Even though I could easily fill my dance card with adultery-craving perverts masquerading as partners, this past holiday season marked the end of (yet another) fairly promising dating relationship with a non-lawyer.
The most-recent contestant eliminated from my secret reality game show “Who Wants To Make Me a Millionaire Stay-at-Home Mom” (just being honest) was an incredible, upwardly mobile MBA who was also the most attractive guy I’ve dated since I was 19.
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