THIS is embarrassing to admit, but for the sake of the greater good, here goes: I am a dating disaster.
The thought of meeting a stranger, sitting through a drink or meal, trying to be clever, makes me cranky. Think about the books that could be read while the other person drones on about his as-yet-unfinished divorce. Imagine the films that could be watched while he confuses the word “anecdote” with “antidote.” What a colossal waste of time.More than one friend recommended an attitude adjustment.“People can sense your intolerance,” they said. “They can smell negativity.”