Here is a short story about the characters we meet in life. Last spring I met a girl-next-door type through some friends. Let's call her, in a Seinfeld way, the Closer for reasons that will become obvious. I remember we all grabbed ice cream, and the Closer wore a maxi dress, which is an item of clothing that all females should be forewarned is hideous. I have never seen someone wear a maxi who I thought looked desirable. At best, you look like Cleopatra rolled up in a rug. Then again, you don't have to dress to catch my eye, but I just wanted to put out a PSA.
Despite her maxi, the Closer fit my hypothetical dating material prerequisites. That is, she was an educated, attractive brunette. I contemplated a summer fling. The spring nights were already lengthening into perpetual twilights, classes had ended, and both of us singles (another prerequisite . . . theoretically) would be in town for the summer with a much smaller friend group.Read More