20 1 / 2012
The Tangential: Playing “Next” with Match.com Ladies, or How I Continue to Play Hard to Get in My Mind
Your opener involves “shoot for the moon/land stars” or “smell the roses”
You probably drive a black SUV, rarely stop by scenic overlooks (“Ewww…It smells like horse piss”), and want to get married as soon as possible so you can stop worrying about graduate school. And I don’t blame you. I…
