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Today is the 3-month anniversary of my experiment on Match.com. I’d marked the date in red capital letters on the calendar, so I wouldn’t forget to cancel my subscription. I signed up as a preemptive New Year’s resolution, and as most of you predicted, it was a bust. But I did get a lunch date out of it that was so bizarre as to be worth the price of admission, because of how many times I’ve enjoyed telling the colorful story. (I’ve not posted the details here because he’d know it was him, and it seems tacky.) Sometimes, a good anecdote is all you get. And sometimes, that’s enough.
Food art by Sarah Illenberger [1]