Fresh Out

So I was invited to dinner at a restaurant in the city by a guy that I recently met. Once inside, it seemed a little too ratchet [neither one of us had actually been to this place before] and my date quickly suggested that we walk around the area to find a different restaurant. There were a number of restaurants on the same block, so it didn’t take us long to find a better spot and get seated. We seemed to really be hitting it off when, out of nowhere, he decided to have a confession hour of sorts. He revealed that he hadn’t had sex in over a year and that his divorce was…