 At the age of 16, my mother placed a copy of I Kissed, Dating, Goodbye in my hand. And after reading it, even the smallest crush was dominated by a single question, could I marry this girl? Every date my teen mind swirled with anxiety as I tried to imagine youth group girls as 25-year-old women. What would a college major be? Where would we live? How many kids? And as a teenager who had yet to discover the anti-anxiety medication that allowed me to marry my now wife, this was enough for me to kiss, dating, goodbye.