I’M TEMPTED TO MAKE AN EMERGENCY KALE RUN.
On my date with decade-older Gerard, his disappointingly unhot appearance proved to be the least of it. That’s because he reeked of cigarettes, from his breath to his clothes. Who could be impressed with his skinny jeans when his entire persona screamed smoked ham? I heaved an interior sigh: my date was not only aged, but quite simply, cured.