Why would a guy send you a drink (a Cosmopolitan -- barf!), give you his card (pointing out his cell number on it) and ask you to hang out (and not just to watch a Cavs game, if you catch my drift)... if he's married?
Because he's a douche.
Which apparently makes me a douche magnet. (I obvs didn't know he was married when I was talking to him. No home wrecker here, peeps.)
Let's hope he was the first -- and last -- of the 2010 dbags.
(OK, you can stop laughing now.)
(Sidenote: To spare everyone, I chose not to Google "douche" and post it as an accompanying image to this post. You're welcome.)
Anyhoooo... a reader recently asked about the name for January's dating adventures. Suggestions? (Added inspiration: This is my birthday month.)
Have at it!