This wasn't really what I meant when I said we should play house...
This wasn't really what I meant when I said we should play house...
I recently dated a guy who was great on paper. Let’s call him Mike. He was smart, educated, funny, and talented in the bedroom (particularly with his mouth … mmm). We had a good time — a great time, even — but at the same time there was something … wrong. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it for a long time, like when you eat a cookie and there’s something missing, but you can’t quite say what…