My television broke right before the Super Bowl, and despite the great sales the stores were having, I couldn’t afford to replace it.

I didn’t really care who won, since my team was out of the running, but it’s the Super Bowl — if nothing else, I had to check out the commercials. (Sorry, but that’s what we ladies care about.) Fortunately, my friend Dave was also being low-key about the big game, and suggested I watch at his place. He has a big-screen TV and the world’s most comfortable couch, so I agreed to bring nachos and beer if he got the wings and pizza.

The game was pretty exciting, and a few commercials made us laugh, so we were having a pretty good evening. By halftime we were closer together on the couch than we’d ever been before. There was definitely a sex... Read More