During my single days, it was hard enough to find one guy who made me want to shave my legs, let alone two. There was little reason to consider having a threesome. It would only introduce added issues: an overcrowded bed, too many body parts, too much multi-tasking. This pre-dated the Internet and Dummies books; I didn’t know the rules. Do you synchronize activities, or does someone work on a crossword puzzle while the other two connect? Who pays for dinner? Could it end with not one, but two guys, promising, “I’ll call you during the week,” and then disappearing?

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