This is part two of a story about my return to dating after an epic length dry spell. You could pick up here and maybe follow along, but it would make more sense to go back and read part one. If you already have, please disregard.
Thank you,
-the management.
Kara stared at me, confusion and perhaps a little terror setting in. Asking a girl if she wants to meet your parents is an odd prospect in most instances. Asking on a first date while not wearing pants must have struck some primal, reptilian portion of her brain. She started to explain how… you know what? We should back up a little. [Continue...]


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