A few months ago, I would have told you being in a monogamous couple is worse than promise rings, worse than breast reductions, worse than male jean shorts. But I stand before you a changed man. Yes, Barney Stinson has learned there are far greater evils in this world than the perils of only one vagina to call home. Beware! A hidden danger lurks in the shadows of monogamy and it goes by the name of the “double date.”
I know what you’re thinking. Double dating sounds awesome. You have a brief respite from just hanging out with your partner plus a dude to bro out with while the ladies talk about shopping or shoes or cleaning or whatever it is they talk about. Plus, there is always the possibility that a few too many glasses of wine leads to a three-way with your bro left out in the cold or, at worst, manning the video camera.
But it’s not worth it. Don’t believe me? Check out what my former bro Marshall sent to me… clearly a guy so miserable in marriage that he’ll give anything to hang out with anyone else. Granted, Robin and I are ridiculously awesome so I kind of get where he’s coming from. But still. There’s just no excuse for this.
