Soon afterward, he began meeting wonderful women.
Before every date, he told me about them.
One worked in a library.
Another owned a neighborhood bakery.
A third spent weekends volunteering at an animal shelter.
Every time, he seemed genuinely hopeful.
Yet none of them ever stayed.
At first, I assumed they simply weren’t the right match.
Dating was complicated.
Two people could enjoy an evening together and still realize there was no future.
That was what I kept telling myself whenever another woman stopped replying.
Then I noticed something impossible to ignore.
