In deference to the true practitioners of the art, I confess that I got into standup as a come-on to sitmyassdown on another sitcom. But except for an occasional glass of Shiraz with a nice plate of Pasta Arrabiata, I don't drink; I'm allergic to cigarette smoke, and I like to be in bed by 10:30 with my Kindle and MSNBC. However, I hold dear the camaraderie of other comics and the chance to keep my skills sharp; the work environment, not so much. But with that being said...
Love the one you're with.
But just date him, don't marry him. Keep your options open!


