I was a totally different person in high school and college. I was extremely shy and unsure of myself. I was single just about every fucking minute of those consecutive 9 years (with the possible exceptions of the summer of '92, and the fall of '96 through summer of '97, which I'm still trying to figure out if they count. If you want clarification, let me know; I may or may not respond). Pretty sad, eh? That's okay, you can agree with me. I guess part of the problem was, well, I'm still trying to figure that out, too, but whatever it was that was bothering me, I'm over it now. I can talk to just about anybody about almost anything. And since I'm so far removed from the dating scene, I figured that this would be something fun to post; something that I should have read 15 years ago. It's an article called Asking For The Date. This is truly the best advice I never received.