
What do you do when every warning bell in your being says this guy is not for you? You get curious, and you agree to meet him anyway.

The hostess asked if we preferred indoor or outdoor seating. I left the decision to David, who thought we should stay inside. She escorted us to a booth where we sat opposite each other. The small talk began. “How long did it take you to get here?” “What do you think of this place?” “Are you…

These dating failures began taking a toll on me. I was quickly losing confidence. I recalled my mother saying, “There is a cover for every pot.” My pot lacked one. I had to change course. I hate to make the initial contact, i.e., the girl calls the boy. Rejection could blast my ego right out…