Besides, so much luck was involved in my finding my match that there are probably more alternate universes where I'm still living solo than where I'm married.I realize that my past experiences have made me who I am today, but I still wish I could go back in time and have a sisterly chat with poor, clueless, "younger me."I could've written three novels, started a business and hiked the Appalachian Trail with all the wasted time and energy.
The authors of “Freakonomics” discovered that 56% of men that create an online dating profile do not even get one single message while Jupiter Research found that 97% quit within 3 months.
When I started seeing my husband, aka the first guy I wasn't embarrassed to tell my therapist about, I was gobsmacked to realize how much I hadn't known about dating before then.
I didn't have very much fun at it, which is depressing since I didn't pair up until my 30s.
I’m standing in the middle of my new bedroom, which is a small white box measuring about seven by 12 feet with a double bed, Ikea side table, small dresser, light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and a metal air-duct pipe ominously poking out from the ceiling over my bed, looking ready to pour its contents onto my face while I sleep.
A scratchy towel is folded and placed at the end of the bed.