Observations Eavesdropping on a First Date

From what I understood, our assignment for this past weekend was to drop eaves on someone's laughter and report back.

Well. Well well well. I went to the Stars game this past weekend and overheard a very awkward date that had a lot of laughter. Super awkward, first date laughter.

I know it was a first date because the guy that has these particular seats is a seasoned first-date veteran and has a different lady with him every game. For example, when the Stars played the Predators, he had an ironically young-looking lady with him that spoke about her love for Disney movies for the better part of the first intermission. That date was terrible for me to listen to, so I can only imagine how it was for him. But that's a different story.

If you've had a first date, you've had this kind of laughter.

You're interested in someone.
You want them to be interested in you.
So, it seems first nature to want to share laughter in hopes of forming some kind of rapport.
If it's a good date, you might legitimately be amused. But there's also a high probability you're laughing because you don't know what else to do.

Exhibit A:
"So where'd you grow up?"
"Plano.... HAHAHAHAAHA."

That's all-caps laughter because it was just a little too loud to be natural.
Essentially, the type of laughter I vicariously experienced this weekend was a lot of forced, nervous laughter, used to (in theory) diffuse a tense social situation. Yet in this case, the laughter didn't truly make the situation any easier, and rather made one of the people seem like it was their first time talking to another human being. Which it may have been, I don't assume to know.

Laughter is a potentially great way to make a connection with someone, but is a thing to be handled delicately. Too much laughter can send the wrong message, portraying you either as extremely nervous, or ditsy, neither being particularly good. There seems to be a fine (and at the same time strangely bold) line between the laughter of legitimate enjoyment and the laughter of someone exceedingly uncomfortable.
The latter was unfortunately what I experienced for 120+ minutes of hockey this past Saturday, and it is with much sadness that I predict there will not be a second date.
But who knows, perhaps our ladies man has a soft spot for shy girls who love Disney movies and force laughter, in which case I have sorely misjudged the situation. Such is the life of one who drops eaves.