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.

That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
Is it persistence or stubbornness to keep chasing uncertain outcomes?
Loss of everything you value can be a new beginning, not the end
If we always beat ourselves up, how will we ever heal and grow?
For good or bad, we default back to what feels most familiar to us
Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Unless you oppose all coercion, ‘resistance’ claim rings hollow
Rand Paul filibuster brings GOP rats out into the light for us all to see
Do you know your heart’s desire? Or are you just chasing a mirage?