From www.strategicproductmanager.com
At first, there were rules to her newly rediscovered—and heartily embraced—sexual freedom. She only went out on dates when her son was with his father. She always met the men in public places, and never brought any of them back to her house until the third date.
Soon, all those rules were broken.
“There were men I don’t even know their last names,” she admits. “Man after man after man after man.”
Asked for a consummation tally, she laughs, but immediately discloses a number: 30 in four years. Most didn’t get to the third date, instead those now-faceless conquests were treated to sex on the first date, and condoms weren’t necessarily required.
“I thought this was just how dating was done these days,” she says. “I had no idea I was caught in an addictive cycle. I just couldn’t control it.”
… and a link to my “Forgive Stallworth” treatice in the Metro …
Popular thinking would probably hold that hit-and-run victims wouldn’t support DUI manslaughterers any more than the PTA would happily endorse its local Megan’s Law registrants.
Well, surprise: Since Stallworth manned up instead of running, he should be forgiven for his criminal sins.