The Situation


Four years ago, during a conversation about the unresolved issues in my marriage, I told my husband straight out: I'm going to get a boyfriend or a dog.

Reader, I got a dog.

The marriage did not improve and now, in addition to a dog, I am getting a divorce. It sucks. It is not what I wanted, but here I am, single for the first time in 20 years.

The dog is an intuitive critter, but he's bad at responding when I say things like, "Did you see that? That was weird." He loves to go on road trips but he can't drive. He enjoys eating a lot of the same things I like, but he can't cook or wash dishes. You get the gist.

I’m tired of feeling lonely. I have not felt That Way in far too long. I decided to do something about it.

Experts say it can take 40 to 60 dates to meet someone you really hit it off with.

Here goes.