Technically correct, romantically bankrupt

Dear Technically,

First, congratulations: you were technically correct, the best kind of single. Battery percentage is a heuristic, you weren't wrong, you were just radioactive about it. People on dates are not requesting a teardown of their device, their job, or the restaurant's clearly-suboptimal table-assignment algorithm. They want to feel like the most interesting system in the room, and you keep optimizing the wrong one.

Here's the patch: ask a question, then, and this is the hard part, do not immediately explain the answer back to them. Let them be right about something dumb. Curiosity is charming. Being a walking errata sheet is not. The percentage is a lie. So is "I'll text you." You'll survive both.