Practicing patience

It's not true that no one wants to date me. The thought pops into my head often: "No one wants you." When it does, I quickly remind myself it is not actually true. John, who works at or owns or simply frequents the coffee shop down the block from my work, has more than once …

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Growing my hair

I started growing my hair to find a husband. Years ago my coworker, a never-married and extremely opinionated male, said that men don’t like women with short hair (bullshit) and that there are no successful actresses who wear short hair (also bullshit, depending on how one defines success). In any event, I took his bullshit …

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