Feb 072015

I’ve had a few.

But then again, too few to mention.

This is true.

If I meet you, at a minimum, it’s because I imagine I’ll enjoy some combination of talking with and looking at you, and, even if that’s all that happens, I’ll be good.

Once in a great while, a date goes sideways. The chemistry is disastrous, the conversation is stilted, there’s nothing to grab onto.

I hate those dates.

Say something! (I just did....)