One afternoon as I was having a quiet lunch, I was approached by a handsome thirtysomething year old who asked if he could sit with me. When he sat, we ended up talking about a handful of different things and happened to dive into the topic of relationships. As we spoke, he shared his desire to have a wife and kids. As I listened, he shared that although he wanted a family of his own and had dabbled with dating and juggling different women in the “talking stage”, he expressed that women have always been a vice for him. “I date a lot of pretty girls, but I don’t feel like there’s been anything more than that with them,” he explained. “Like are they dense or something?” I jokingly asked. “They’re not blatantly stupid,” he replied. “They’re just pretty, and I’m looking for more.” Interesting , I thought. He talked to me about his past and what he was seeking in an ideal partner (someone who’s attractive and smart on the inside and out), and went on to share his unicorn-like status as
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