
I managed about two bites of his Key Lime pie before Frank sucked down the rest like a Hoover on high.

When you sign up on a dating site, you create a profile. There are blanks to fill in with your age, height, body type, marital status, education, sex of the person you’re seeking, geographic location, etc. There is also a question about religion. Supposedly, all these parameters will filter out those that aren’t the right…

My daughter asked me why I was going out with Saul. “You know what he did, Mom,” she said. “Why bother with him? He makes poor choices.” “Made,” I said. “He made a bad decision and paid for it. I think people deserve a second chance,” I told Elizabeth. ** Since I started dating, I’ve made…