into the weeks that are surreal months that followed, we expanded increasingly cautious about the thought of online dating sites. We hadn’t been solitary in almost 10 years; I didn’t even have Facebook, aside from a stockpile of profile photos or an irrepressible texting game.
But I became also a journalist whom worked at home, one whoever closest buddies had been hitched with kids. Fulfilling someone “IRL” — as, as it happens, they do say — seemed unlikely at the best. And so that it had been that, some four months into singledom, we collected the courage to participate OkCupid and check out a wine club with Pete, a musician-turned-accountant whom we decided for their spectacularly anodyne profile. Read more