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.

500 years after Luther’s 95 theses, there’s still not much to celebrate
My old fear of looking foolish is strong incentive to do good work
If voting really changed anything, governments would make it illegal
Shouldn’t standards be higher for those trusted to enforce our laws?
Connection with a child can make routine day feel more meaningful
Without motivation, dreams fade,
The more I understand humans, the less I really comprehend us
Illegal business: City ‘protects’ public from popular ‘juke joint’
How terrified would your child self have been of your current adult life?