On love, and nylon

You know those imperfect pantyhose they sell for mad cheap in giant, smelly ghetto stores? In the package, they look just like any other pair of pantyhose. But you know they are not. One foot may be too big, and you'll have a little nylon puddle in the place where your calf meets your foot. Or the waist will be crooked, and one half will peek out over the top of your skirt. Or they'll have that weird crotch fit, where it feels strange but you can't quite figure out why. So you open up the packages, trying to identify the "imperfection" and figure out if it makes that particular pair wearable or unwearable.

That's what dating is like.