Finding Love at 70

I wouldn’t exactly say that I’ve been unlucky in love. It’s just that I possess the self-defeating combination of fussiness and introversion which, when paired, has led me to the preference of enjoying my own company over that of men who simply don’t measure up to my impossibly high standards.

Newspaper personals ads were popular when, at the age of 30, I met my first partner in 1977. Each of us had not only placed his ad in the same paper, but we also answered each other’s on the same day, lived two blocks apart, worked for the same school district, and had never met.