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.
Foolish pride often keeps us from having what we need most in life
‘Just do exactly what we say to do; it’s for your own good, you know’
Our inexplicable behavior ‘signals’ to the world who and what we are
What if writing from the ‘AI me’ sounds just like I’d written it?
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect
That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
For good or bad, we default back to what feels most familiar to us
Encounter with friend reminds me: Self-improvement is path to change