[1]Last year, I went on a meet and greet date with someone who knew someone I knew. He came to me fairly vetted. The man seemed very kind. He had an interesting job in media and asked me out for a second date right away. I didn’t feel a love match, but nice guys don’t come into my life that often, so I decided to give it another try. In between our dates, I agonized over him with a familiar round of questions. Why wasn’t I more eager? Why am I so picky? What’s the matter with me? We did not have a third date. A year went by, and I thought of him occasionally, and wondered if I’d made a mistake. And then it so happened that we were in touch again and I was grateful for another chance. We met for lunch and I felt that same lack of connection all over again.
Art by Tracey Emin [1]