Modern Love

Memory works in interesting ways. When I look back, I find my dating year to be a confusing and painful time. I suppose we process things by layers because at the time, I probably would have told you that I was having a blast. Maybe it’s just impossible to have an objective point of view when we are in the middle of it all.

It’s only now, two years into my relationship, that I look at dating me and feel like going back and giving her a hug. She’d probably laugh at my solicitude and tell me she’s totally fine, if I could please move out of the way thank you very much.

And that anyway, it isn’t her fault if dating is grueling and ruthless. She didn’t make the rules!

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So, whose fault, then?

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Well, MEN!!! Sure, this might have been because they’re the ones she was set on. But still, men. All her friends agree, by the way. Every time she’d wind up crying on their sofa, they’d say: “It’s not your fault! You’re a brilliant, beautiful, powerful woman. It’s them! MEN!”

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