Since my dating shame spiral that began circa 1995 I’ve
racked up a lot of experiences on the deep (and dark) end of the dating pool.
Never one to just dip my toe, I generally cannonball into the shark infested
waters and I’ve got the flesh wounds to prove it. I spent over an hour last
night with some friends online talking about all things “bad dating” and it
inspired me to share some of my stories in a new series where I'll assess dates for their lame status. Lame isn't an exact science, more of an art form really of which my life has been the canvas. Let's get right down to it...
