How can I teach you what I don't know about myself?
I couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how great a guy he was.
Our emotional IQs have gone out the window and been replaced with the lazy notion that an answered DM allows one unprecedented access to a person without ever having to actually earn it.
One day my friend sat me aside and said she accepted that I chose to be in a dysfunctional relationship, but she could no longer be a part of my even more toxic use of her as a sounding board.
Everything was going well until my date made a request: No entrées at dinner, only appetizers.
I don't know what insulted me more, the idea that her husband had said this or that she'd believed it enough to adhere to this insidious request.