Assuming a night spent alone in my study drinking and calling ex-girlfriends to tell them about the “new me” until they hang up counts as a date, then yes. I suppose I’m a bit of a man about town. I’m also a religious man and in my opinion, there’s no better place for religion than in the bedroom. Because of this, I choose to let the act of intercourse make me feel incredibly guilty so ladies, if we do go on a date please forgive me in advance for whispering things like, “I’ll see you in hell” while I awkwardly make love to your inner-thigh because I missed your vagina.
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That reminds me of a guy I used to date...Plussed.
