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kids under the age of five. Was divorced two years ago. He

was a chef at a fancy restaurant and is a self-proclaimed

workaholic. He wanted to have me come over so he could

cook for me—I guess his ex-wife had the kids since he never

mentioned them—but I felt it was safer to go somewhere

public. That was a mistake, as he criticized the food all night.

He spent so much time picking it apart I don’t think we talked

about one meaningful thing. I left not knowing any more about

him than I knew at the start.

Date four was Andrew. Andrew was just shy of forty.

He was a banker, which I thought I wouldn’t find interesting,

but he was very nice. He was one of those guys who can talk

about anything and make it interesting. He was funny. Had no

kids, but very much wanted them. He thought it was

wonderful that I was a teacher and asked me tons of questions

about my job and about myself that I could tell he actually

wanted to know the answers to. When I blurted that my

parents owned a tire business and rattled off the name, he

didn’t even blink. He had to have known that it was worth a

ton of money. Everyone does. The name is very iconic. He just

told me that next time he needed tires, he’d be sure to get them

from there.

Everything went well. We had a nice dinner at a family

style restaurant that wasn’t classy enough to make me feel

nervous. He walked me to my car, and when he leaned in to

kiss me, I panicked. My first instinct was to kick him in the

balls. I knew that was wrong, since he didn’t mean anything

by it and I was probably giving off vibes that I’d welcome a

goodnight kiss. It was innocent. He was genuinely confused

and felt terrible when I backed away like a caged animal.

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