I once heard of this woman having a rule that she would always go on one date with a guy if he had the nerve to ask. I figured this makes sense because one can never know if that person just may be "the one" and just maybe forgot to put deoderant on today (come on, we have all been there).
Thinking this was terribly romantic (and practical, but practicality is not my forte), I adopted this same philosophy.
It turns out that when God gave us intuition, he wasn't messing around. So while the price may have been going to dinner with a variety of losers and even a convict, the fact remains it was a valuable lesson.
