So you survived foster care. Multiple homes. Crazy people. Even crazier kids created by ever crazier people.

Now, you’re an adult. And you’re finally, finally on your own.  Time to date, have some fun.

I’m not about to claim super dater status. After all, I’m past 40 and married. But two decades ago, I did manage to have my share of dating fun. So, I’m going to offer some tips here. Take them. Leave them. Whatever. If it doesn’t apply to you, no problem.
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