After having a good chuckle until little snot bubbles emerged from my nostrils, I told him that no, we improvisers don't really have any secret advantage nor any extra special brownie points earned in the dating department.

I also recently learned that the FHE Committee in the ward surveyed my fellow ward members to ask what types of events they'd like to see scheduled as upcoming Monday night activities. One anonymous responder didn't suggest any activities he/she would like to see but, rather, wrote in big bold letters:
NO MORE IMPROVABLES!
Cruel, but honest.
No, my well-intentioned friend, there is no improvisers' privilege in the dating area. Like everybody else, we bleed if you prick us. We give our all on the stage and at workshops, but in the dating arena, we wonder about the future, feel doubt, heartbreak, and disappointment, and above all, we are just trying to figure things out as best as we can. Ultimately, we hope for and give the best we have, one date at a time.
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