Mar
20
And then I met Molly. Our first date was excruciating, from the moment the sommelier took our order—”Uh, I’ll just have a Diet Coke”—right through to the awkward hug good night. Having scored a second date by the skin of my teeth, I was determined to tell her the truth about my drinking. But she made the first move.
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