One year ago yesterday, I had a 4th date with a guy who on the 3rd date literally jumped out of my car in the middle of the street. For attempt #4, he wanted to meet at a small town theater in the middle of nowhere. He was an hour late. While I waited, I sat and watched teenagers dressed for a dance, and I’m pretty sure they were judging me. Then the popcorn was stale. Then he walked me to my car and went in for a kiss while I thought he was going for a hug.
I really thought he was going to end up on this list…