• Friends of both sexes have tapped me as a shoulder to cry on, a trusted advisor, and the guy who helps hide the body after yet another date goes horribly wrong.

    As a result of both my own personal experiences dating, and the vicarious pain I feel when my compadres deal with "yet another wackjob", I believe that I am in the unique position to help you determine if you are ready to date a normal person... or if you are indeed, the nutcase that you suspect your co-workers secretly believe you to be...

  • "Well, Clarice, have your lovers stopped screaming?"