In the old days, I could count on my dates to stay faithful at the very least until the end of the night. Not like my dates could really count on the same from me, but that's to be expected. They know what they're getting into by asking me out.
Instead of accepting a second date invitation (Yeah, right.), tonight I am staying at home in bed with a bottle of wine & the Beastie Boys. All of them.
Jealous?
