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.

Does change really come quickly? Or do we finally accept the truth?
UPDATE: No, I really haven’t died; I’ve just lost my sense of purpose
Boston ‘gay on gay’ assault shines light on absurdity of ‘hate crime’
It’s wrong to silence anybody, even a nutcase like Alex Jones
FRIDAY FUNNIES
I need a romantic partner who’s already facing her inner demons
Nature struggles to keep alive
Try a new game: Make others smile — and let yourself smile with them