Not that long ago I made a poor decision. OK, twenty minutes ago I made a poor decision involving half a box of cereal at midnight… but this particular bad decision involved a man (or a really good man-impressionist), a woman (or the part of me that pretends to be a grown adult) and a lack of pants.
We weren't all that "familiar" with each other but after hanging out a few times, and after our last "hanging out" involved us making out with me slammed against my car, it was inevitable that my ability to have him in my house with his pants on was low. Very low.
This article appears in Aug 20-26, 2008.