January 30, 2013
Talking to dating prospects on the phone has proven to be the KISS OF DEATH. I'm not a big phone person anyway, and I tell them that, but a few times I've made an exception to the "policy", if only in a specious demonstration of my ability to compromise. Even if the call goes well, somehow we wind up not meeting. Or, if we do, the guy is a woeful disappointment best left to communication via infrequent Morse code. I made an exception for Pastry Chef. As much as I detest being wrong, in this case I hope I am.