I got this from a single gal looking for lust in all the wrong places:
I just don’t know what I am doing wrong! Let’s take last weekend for instance. I’m looking hot in my midriff at Lush on Greenville. A twenty-something boy (wearing a really nice watch) bought me countless top shelf drinks. We danced to Usher. We drove off into the sunset in his yellow Hummer. And then, he freaks out when I ask him how many kids he wants and how he takes his coffee. Help!
Well, I’m no dating doc. But, I suggest you ditch the midriff and put on some pajamas tonight, brew some green tea, and skip your routine Greenville debauchery. Read The Rules and call me in the a.m.
