Scott’s phone vibrated against the dashboard, a sharp buzz slicing through the low hum of his sedan’s idling engine. The screen glowed with a notification from a hookup app he’d recently downloaded, spurred by a restless craving for something beyond his predictable life. At thirty-two, Scott was a creature of routine—construction sites, early mornings, and solitary evenings with a beer and the drone of the TV. His lean, m...