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.

A month after my father’s death, it doesn’t feel real that he’s gone
Her dad didn’t want to help her, so here’s a jack-o’-lantern for Hannah
NOTEBOOK: If results confuse Paul’s aides, how competent are they?
I still have trouble accepting that my idealized world doesn’t exist
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that
Love & Hope — Episode 2:
Being treated with respect changed black teen’s racial beliefs in 1974
How much can human heart take when inner winter lasts forever?