When I lived in the country one summer an ad for a local dating service would come on the radio every time I drove around.
“But I’m as pretty and interesting and nice as my friends. Why am I single?” a petulant voice would say. Then an announcer would cut in and tell her to go to speed-shuffle date night; her friends would soon be choking with envy, he’d imply, and each time I’d think, ‘Yeah, right.’
Okay, she existed in drive-time and was doomed to lament her situation every 15 minutes, but that wasn’t what made me doubt that she was heading toward paired happiness. It was the question. She was asking the wrong one.
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Tags: Dating, Happiness, Relationships