Last week, I ran into the fellow who would be the star of my "winning" dating disaster story, and as we said hello I realized -- for the first time -- that he definitely took top honors. It took me a second to kinda shake off the feeling of the memory. Next thing I knew, however, I felt a sense of genuine relief. I mean, how cool is it that my worst date ever is over and behind me?
I'm thinking the day after Friday might be a good time to share with us the story of your absolute worst date ever? Do tell, ladies!