My friends call it "Hate Date '08" because the year I ended a long-term relationship with my boyfriend was the same year I decided to go on the worst dates of my life.
"You should just...just get back out there!" my friend Miles says when he buys me my third beer at this hole-in-the-wall joint in Wicker Park. Miles always knows a good hole-in-the-wall (which should have been a sign not to listen to his advice). "I date as much as possible!"
