Online dating wouldn't be so bad if people just spoke to each other like humans. If I was at a bookstore and a guy wanted to approach me to say hello or get my attention, if he said something like, "Sup Cutie. You fine," and followed it up with a wink face, I'd be confused, embarrassed, and ultimately walk away.
"Don't give up the apartment." It was my first of what would eventually add up to 10 yearly appointments with Terry, a psychic who was popular among media types. But, real estate advice was hardly what I wanted for my $150. No, I wanted Terry to tell me what most people go to psychics to hear: that there was love on the horizon.