You may wonder about all this trolling on the Internet. What was I looking for? True love? That hackneyed state of twoness known as a relationship, perhaps with an equally hackneyed partner known as a soulmate? In truth, I don’t think I had anything particular in mind beyond finding a man who would last longer than a few dates, because dating is exhausting. You may wonder also why I didn’t turn to friends or to a professional matchmaker. My friends by that point were caught up in family life or themselves searching or resigned to the single life. The one matchmaker I consulted hooked me up with a short engineer in Orange, NJ. It took only one phone call to determine we had nothing in common.
I continue to love your story! p.s. In a New Yorker article a few years ago on the history of on line dating, one woman suggested that there just needed to be only one topic to consider: "We laugh at the same shit." That seemed a perfect solution after all the ridiculous questions one usually has to answer.
I continue to love your story! p.s. In a New Yorker article a few years ago on the history of on line dating, one woman suggested that there just needed to be only one topic to consider: "We laugh at the same shit." That seemed a perfect solution after all the ridiculous questions one usually has to answer.
I would have fallen for every man you've written about, and with the same regrets later . . .
It would seem that we are all Brides of the Wind. Keep telling us where it takes you, you do it so well.
I’m totally intrigued. There are so many layers to this story and the man— not so easy to categorize ! Looking forward to the next episode!
-this one has to be a serial, right? :-)