I have come to the conclusion that out there, somewhere, it must, has to, absolutely exists.

After all when I see my old friends on line, year after year after year, I can only surmise that they are there on a quest for the perfect woman, otherwise what could possibly explain their (apparently) lifetime memberships. 

To wit, I recently had a conversation with one on-line hopeful who told me, unabashedly, that he had been out on one hundred first dates. Does it strike you, as it did me, that this boast is bizarre. Why, I wondered, did he share this? I suggested to him that he might rethink his criteria. Needless to say, I was not his 101st.

Yet another hopeful said that whether it was on-line, on the Starbucks line, or at the buffet line at a dinner party, you initially consider the person very seriously, but wonder if there is "something better". Who am I to argue that logic?  I, after all, did write a blog likening dating to shopping at Loehman's…Anyhow, back to his discussion of seeking perfection he said…"And as we all know, perfect is the death of good, and especially of good enough." I thought that sounded pretty profound.  Of course, I don't think I understood exactly what he meant, but didn't want to be less than perfect and admit to that. 

Then I read the article women with partners at home gain weight.  "She was a 10 when I met her", he lamented, "but now, alas…."

You have got to love the irony in that.