Somewhere in this world, there is a woman who wonders tonight where I am. There’s a woman who wants me and needs me and is willing to choose to be my wife. Somewhere tonight, there is this woman who I will want and need just as much as she wants and needs me.
I’m certain of that.
I no longer know her name. I no longer know what she looks like. She presumably doesn’t know I exist and I don’t know she exists. But I know she’s out there — and I know she’s looking for me.
It’s been almost six years since I’ve actively searched for a partner. I’ve gone out with some women over the past few years, but it was halfhearted. I don’t recall going out with any of them for a second time, except for the one who pursued me enough that we dated for an unhappy four months.
This week has been the first time in nearly six years that I’ve resumed an active search for someone new. The only thing I can be sure of is that the woman I met for dinner Wednesday evening wasn’t the right one.

Take time to give honest praise, even when it’s just about a dog
Childhood programming makes it hard to believe I’m ‘good enough’
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided
Romantic love is part obsession, part reality — and part madness
As financial pain piles up, things just might turn ugly in America
Hey, you! If you’re in New Jersey, you help pay for ‘Jersey Shore’
Letting go of dead dreams can lead to path you need to follow
Science or bias? What if there’s no proof that eating fat will kill you?