The holidays are upon us, and, in addition to a few weeks off of work, for many of us that means a plethora of cookies, baked goods, Christmas pudding, pies, ice cream and lots of booze … everywhere.
If you’re like most normal single people in your mid-30s, and you no longer hit the bars scoping for action, you’ve probably tried an online dating site.
Many have written (re: my last column) asking why I continued to date “Stinks.” Despite his flatulence, poor taste in clothing and dating venues, he was a nice guy.
When you meet a guy while driving south on Lincoln Boulevard there ought to be a warning. “Stinky ‘Stinks’ McFadden” had the most chiseled features I’d ever seen, so it was easy to ignore the fact that he was tooling around in a beat up yellow Chevy van — which I later discovered was his home.
Trying to find love with an old college acquaintance doesn’t always work. Sometimes, it can be downright heinous. I met Miller at ASU. He was on the periphery of my core group of friends; one of the few guys I’d never slept with, so when we reconnected via Internet, there was intrigue.
