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About a year ago, I went on a date with a guy who had no discernable sense of humor. Or, if he had one, it didn't mesh with mine at all. I didn't go on another date with him, though he asked. The idea of sitting through another whole humorless date was slightly less appealing to me than the idea of having having a nail imbedded in my skull.
But honesty is also WAY up on my must list. I still couldn't choose between the two.
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