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I remember lying in bed and reading the memoirs of the French writer Blaise Cendrars; I couldn’t stop marveling at the boundlessness of that man’s existence, one that made him a film director, a beekeeper, a watchmaker and connected him to gangsters and whores.
How narrow was my own existence, I thought then, and how it continued to narrow by the day.
For it wasn’t long after reading Cendrars in bed beside my sleeping spouse that I began to realize that I was slowly losing track of who I was and who I wasn’t, of what I believed and what I didn’t.
The conventional wisdom is that marriage makes us whole, that it completes us (as if alone we were unfinished).
But I was also a writer who worked from home, one whose closest friends were married with children.
Meeting someone “IRL” — as, it turns out, they say — seemed unlikely at best. I haven’t met anyone I’ve liked enough, or who liked me enough, to cancel my accounts.
In the surreal weeks and months that followed, I grew increasingly apprehensive about the idea of online dating.
"The problem facing us today is a false scarcity caused by an overabundance.The heat failed in the middle of the night, and we clung to each other for warmth as his dog, Bruce, a German Shepherd, curled and recurled at our feet.As it grew light, he asked me how I took my coffee and I said that I drank tea; he returned some time later with a Styrofoam cup from Dunkin’ Donuts and a dozen red roses he had bought at the gas station. Multiply that evening’s curiosities by 86, and you’ll begin to grasp the potential of these soul-crushing apps.Thanks to Hinge and Bumble, I have dated German poets and Indian bankers, Australian contractors and Brazilian waiters.I’ve met United Nations diplomats and my favorite movie star’s ex-husband.
I would hardly suggest I lead a life to rival Cendrars’ own (my two cats have seen to that), but I had adventures.