The End of Love

This feels kind of like the paradox of choice. Too many options and FOMO that you won't secure the absolute best perfect match.

I wasn't sure on my wedding day that I truly loved and wanted to be with the person I was marrying, but 15 years and 3 kids later I couldn't imagine being with anyone else or loving anyone more. Maybe not having to stick it out and make it work is causing some sort of paralysis?

I think it is not the author's fault that the world is, in some ways - to some people - at some times, a meatgrinder. I have tremendous sympathy for her. It is often the case in the modern world that we are promised one thing by society and receive something quite different.

> when I talk about how I’ve been on dates with so many people in Los Angeles that I see them everywhere now—I even saw one guy I’d dated at a funeral.

+1.

I was called for jury duty, and the judge was a lady I'd met at a singles event.

I approached the bench and said, "I've met you socially, Your Honor." She said, "I thought you looked familiar."

That's not grounds for being dismissed from the case, if you're wondering.

I can sympathize with the author's experiences, though I find things like

One recent man had a lot going for him. In fact he was the most promising prospect I’d had in some time. But then he mentioned that he got his daily coffee from Starbucks, and I found it hard to imagine dating someone who liked Starbucks coffee; or even if they liked the coffee, didn’t find Starbucks so odious and soul-diminishingly ubiquitous they would never go there.

to be a bit much :D

What solution do you have in mind?