Summer of Yes

August, man. Shit. When did that happen? July came and went quicker than my last relationship June, which I didn’t think was possible. Have you heard of the Summer of Yes? The Summer of Yes isn’t an initiative that I invented (or in fact, I’m not sure it’s even a real thing), but I fully intend to champion the idea over the remaining few weeks of summa-summa-summatime. Living in New York City, you tend to be surrounded by people who are constantly complaining about how all they do is work, work, work. Add dating on top of that? Forget it – Swiping right on Tinder is a full-time job in and of itself. I can to find myself...