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.

The Alien Observer:
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
When you compromise principles, you soon won’t recognize yourself
Sweet love story or tale of a sucker? Your bias creates narrative for you
Two sets of rules: One for the public and a very different set for police
Briefly: Satire should make fun of ideas, not just call your opponents stupid
Briefly: Only men have prostates, so why are health orgs virtue-signaling by targeting ‘women’?
Briefly: It was six years ago this evening when Lucy came home with me