How To Survive The Second Date
When we let our second-date nerves take over we risk running our mouth into the ground, and burying those magical sparks of love right along with it.
When we let our second-date nerves take over we risk running our mouth into the ground, and burying those magical sparks of love right along with it.
About half way through the dinner the husband politely stands up and taps his glass for attention. He announced that his wife of 15 years has been cheating in him for over a year. The entire place stood still in shock.
Don’t do it for vacation. Don’t do it for luxury. Don’t do it to take pictures for your Instagram account. Do it because it will make you a better person.
When you’re an introvert, small talk feels really cumbersome and being in a crowd — you feel alone.
My son from the age of three always tells me about the “creeper man” who lives in my mom and dads bedroom. He brings it up after he visits them. I made the mistake once of asking what he looks like. My son said “Oh, he doesn’t have a face.”
An hour later, I received a follow-up email. “It’s 8:15 where you are. You have until 8:37 to reply. Then I start the distribution.”
How many among us have met a Marxist and wondered, with no real sense of how to approach this very important question, ‘should I date this Marxist?’
On one of our first dates, my wife and I decided to go to a park in Chicago just to walk around. After we left, we realized that we were not at the park we thought we were at, and we read the next day that there was an armed mugging at the park we thought we were at.
Never take cabs. Forget cabs exist. Forget that the color yellow is a thing cars can be.
Recently, actress Leah Remini made the brave decision to quit the Church of Scientology. Apparently, there were policies set in place to prevent anyone from questioning the leader, David Miscavige, and any of his actions (very dictatorship-y, if you ask me) and Remini realized how ridiculous that really was.
There’s nothing that makes me quiver more than a drug dealer entering my private home and asking, “Mind if I use the restroom?” Fact is, buddy, I DO mind.