Over dinner recently, I got to talking with one of my dearest friends — let’s call him Paul — about relationships. The subject appears frequently in our conversations, not just because Paul and I have known each other for over a decade, but because the first time we met was also our first date. Needless to say, things didn’t work out. Such is the way these things go at 19 years old, when you don’t realize there’s still so much life ahead of you, yet so much you haven’t learned.