Bad Dates vs. No Dates
From time to time we meet a person that we connect with, but not in an instant, overtly, 8.2-minutes-and-we’re-in-love way. Every once in a while that person will follow up via one of the approved electronic devices and we’ll start a dialogue that we enjoy but don’t obsess over in that sorry-I-could-have-sworn-I-felt-my-blackberry-buzz way. And on occasion that person will harness up the chutzp to ask …