What’s the WORST that could happen?
If I had a quarter for every time I’ve asked or been asked that, I’d have a sock hefty enough with accumulated change to wipe that smug smirk off your face if I whacked you with it. (It’s a good thing I’m not a violent person ^_-)
While it’s true that my strict parameters for online interaction weed out a lot of the downright creepy people, there is still much mire to muck through on this quest to find sane companionship for a dinner date (much less a coffee conversation!).
Thus, every Wednesday, I will be highlighting the week’s worst case scenarios, because, as disappointing as my romantic life can sometimes be, it is helpful to remember that things could always be worse.
After all, I could be bringing one of these fine gentlemen home to meet my parents:
Disclaimer: These posts are not for the faint of heart!