The Race To Second Base — Er, Second Dates
Trying to turn the double play: My Neuroses.
For those of you following my column, you might be feeling like the first episode of The Bachelorette when all these dudes just keep piling out of the limo and you’re like, “Yeah, we get it, there’s a lot. Let’s get to the juicy stuff!” Well, here it comes. Grab a napkin.