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.

This is why people are confused about what anarchists really are
Politicians sometimes lie even when they know they’ll be caught
What does a man confess about himself when he wants a ‘slut’?
Without growth on similar paths, two people drift apart, love dies
If majority rule is such a great idea, why don’t we vote on toothpaste?
For me, money always comes best when I’m pursuing higher purpose
In denial? Isn’t it time to accept that elections won’t change anything?
In the face of hazardous times, some still driven to be helpers
What happened when a coach valued discipline over winning?