Warren is a nice guy. He always has been. We met in a bar when he saved me from another dude who would not take no for an answer. The guy just kept hitting on me, trying to make me see the supposed error of my ways, and that’s when Warren pretended to be an old friend. He loudly announced it had been so long since we’d last seen one another, and I played along. I was amused and relieved all at the same time.

So, yeah, Warren is nice. But he’s not a beast in bed, and that’s what I need sometimes. Nice doesn’t always cut it.

Matt, however, is a different story. I met him at my friend Sarah’s baby shower, of all places. He gave me his number, and I said I’d call him soon — and I meant it.

Warren had a work thing. Two nights away and two states over. I... Read More