I Have The Worst Taste In Guys

Did you used to play lacrosse, did you call it lax, and did you do it while wearing three or four brightly colored polo shirts? Worse, does the resulting collar-cleavage make you look like a dog that’s just had surgery and has to be stopped from chewing on its own crotch? Maybe we could make out later.

Casual Dating For Defeatists: A Survival Guide

On this seemingly endless string of first dates, I’ve picked up a few ideas about dating (only to forget them 48 hours later). So, without further ado, I offer you the Quarter-Lifer Who’s Never Really Done Much Dating but Now Finds Himself Thrown into the Romantic Deep-End’s Guide to Dating, for the Neurotic Self-Saboteur in All of Us.