Margaritas or Mayhem?

Are we jaded in our friendships with opposite sex?

My dentist – a highly attractive, but much older, married man, has asked me out to dinner. He wants to consult with me about some social networking he may be doing for the memoirs he is writing.

I had assumed we would meet at a restaurant, but he just emailed and suggest we meet at his apartment, because he has wi-fi there, and then after that, we’d find something “yummy”.

At face value, it makes sense. One can not look at a computer screen and talk biz while sipping margaritas and eating chips.

But then that paranoid person inside me – the one in the dating scene – is like…huh? What’s THIS about?

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