How different my life would be if Steve and I had worked out? Well, I'd be thinner, I guess. If he was too cheap to buy popcorn, I'd guess I'd have to kiss all those fancy dinners goodbye.

But I'd also be a lot less funny. Friends have admitted to inviting me to parties JUST for my bad dating stories. All girls seem to have a few duds in their past, but I do seem to have a PhD in horrifying dates.

That's the thing about dating, isn't it? You're constantly sizing the other person up. He says he fell out of love with his ex - you think: he can't commit. He doesn't open the door for you - you think, he's selfish in bed. If only dates came with references/resumes before the event, you'd have a better idea what you're getting. Honesty, not such a bad thing.