“Do you have life insurance?” he point-blank asked before reaching for a brochure. “If you don’t, you should really think about it. You’re still relatively young, and you look healthy. You don’t smoke, I hope.” I didn’t, but this date was going up in smoke fast. He fanned out several brochures in front of me. “Take a look at these. I’m sure I can find the perfect plan for you.” No, Peter. I don’t think so. On to date number thirty-seven.
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