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.

When I feel too much ambition, my ego has gotten too inflated
No matter who you are or what you’ve done, time is your enemy
Social media creates shallow ties at expense of deeper connections
My father’s embezzling started and ended my media company
Going through old relics tells me I’m still same person I used to be
Envy drives hatred for wealthy, but I want to earn my riches
Ruthless impersonal judgment is typical tool of cultural conformity
National LP official: ‘It’s gotta be Romney, there is no choice’