I met my husband when I was 22 years old. By that time I had dated half the eligible ( and not so eligible) bachelors in Manhattan and NONE of my relationships worked out...EVER. Why? Because I simply couldn't wrap my head around playing games. If I liked someone I wore my heart on my sleeve, I let him know, I called him before he called me, I told him I *really* liked him before he told me, I … [Read more...]