Two dates this week and Doubt decides to make a house call. Typical! I usually see him peering around the corner, throwing darts of blame, or sometimes he’s hovering above, with drops of failure. And there are days when he is bold enough to walk right in, carrying self-loathing with him. I cower in fear as though I’m powerless.

Now it's about my weight and how disgusting I feel, also pointing fingers and finding fault in the men, and there’s complete paranoia concerning my ability to form a relationship -- anything to sabotage the first meeting. Yes. Impeccable timing, Doubt has. But if he thinks he gets to stick around for the actual dates, he better think again. So help me kick his sorry behind. What do you do when battling Doubt?