Some of you might remember me as the (charmingly!) equivocating Jake who almost two years ago gave up the single-guy gig writing this column to get hitched to a woman known as Orange Blossoms, my longtime on-again, off-again girlfriend. I want to assure everyone that, even with a ring on my finger, I’m just as confused by love as I was when I was single. But I’m happy — and here are the reasons why:
The drama is over. And that’s a good thing. Because while we still have thorny issues …