Another close encounter of the sad kind: Dated a guy a few times and I’ve nothing in common with him. He doesn’t like to eat. Seriously. Doesn’t watch TV or see movies. Stays away from booze. Takes a literal interpretation of the Bible. His passion is hunting. Need I continue? I think I may be confusing “nice guy” with “settling for a pulse” when I hit the dating scene these days, and I’ve no clue why I persist. I’ve already got two furry guys to love at home and their enthusiastic passion for eating, TV and movies certainly equals mine.