A certain amount of time ago, in a certain very large east-coast city, I made a belated New Year's resolution: mostly because I had already been successfully doing it for a month.
I resolved that I would go on one date a week for the entire year. I'm happy being single - was then, am now. But when I'm 80 years old and surrounded by cats, I want to look back without regrets - and preferably with plenty of good stories. And anyway, dating was starting to look like fun.
Obviously, I didn't meet Mr Right that year - I don't even believe in Mr Right but that's another, much longer, post. But I had a great time, met a lot of interesting men, and learned a lot.
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