Modern Dating is Inhumane

A tale of two men. 

One was a hands-on Father of three, regular (but not sanctimonious) church-goer, owner of two sweet but smelly dogs, collected art, read the New York Times, and teared up at poignant, love songs. The other was a bright, swaggering executive seemingly pre-occupied with sexual conquest, and sporting a self-admitted vain streak. After an ardent romp, I made him talk to me (you know, like a hostage). We began a wonderful dialog that didn’t end until we parted.


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