14 minutes to go before I leave for the first “official” date I have had in 2 years. I don’t know if I should be nervous, scared or relieved. It’s been a while and I’m not sure that I remember the rules. The obvious ones stand out like, “Don’t stare at her boobs all night” and “Don’t mention your close relationship with a known serial killer” etc, but what about the small ones that used to be rules and now might not be.

Rules like, who pays, pulling out chairs for feminists, is it appropriate to ask if she has a hotter friend that might be into a threesome. I don’t know if they changed those rules while I was figuring out my life.

Expect an update over the weekend on the results of my foray back into the seedy underworld of dating. It could be a wild ride.