“Does He Want to Be My Friend or My FWB?”
My dating life has been horrific, to say the least. From one of my male friends trying to bring a knife into my apartment, getting huffy that I wouldn’t allow it, and then trying to get in my pants, to a guy who had to choose between me and his love for the PoTUS (he did not work in government), it’s lucky that I have a sense of humor about it and plan to write a book about these experiences. However, the last guy I was involved with — “Jeff” — has left me rather confused, for lack of a better word. Jeff and I met before as we worked at the…