Nine Rejections And One Connection.

Dating is absolutely not fun, it’s entirely lonely and miserable, and yet it’s like waxing, it hurts but then you’re glad you did it. Because at some point you eventually do meet someone. You finally find The One. Or maybe it’s just that you find whoever will have you after you’ve taken in the landscape of what’s available out there.

In my case, I’ll let you be the judge.

The Woke Guy.

Let’s start by stating this. He was SO HOT. Imagine a sort of Idriss Elba with long and shiny hair, the brightest smile and the kindest eyes. He had done the Woke People’s Grand Tour, from a silent retreat (me too, had just done one!) to Ayahuasca (me too, I really want to try!!) to reading the Four Agreements (me too, I’m impeccable with my word!) - he fit perfectly in my bright and peaceful California home. I mean, it almost looked like I had made it with him in mind. 

One night, he came to cook with me, and I immediately imagined us surrounded with our four kids, cooking turmeric as we were chanting our …