My dad always had this open-door policy. No “beware of dog” business on the gate, Although as I think about it, we’ve always had dogs. At one time, we had five. Buzz and her gang. But they were there to keep away other kinds of danger. I never felt as if I couldn’t bring any friend home. And as I think back to it now, it was a very good filter because if I couldn’t bring a man home, then it meant there was a problem somewhere.
My dad gave me this book, How to Find a Date Worth Keeping. I read it. Maybe three times. And that is how I became a serial dater.