Tallying in a recent revelation, I’m now up to six.

Six girls I’ve dated, that is, who, in the last twelve months, have gotten married or engaged.

Apparently, a few months with me, and you can’t possibly wait to get out of the singles scene for good.

But, on the plus side, as my mother points out, I could likely leverage that into a solid side-business: dating unhappily single New York women, who could then move on and rather instantly get hitched.