I remember talking with a friend in high school about boys. Because obviously, what else do you talk about at 17? (or 27… or 37…)
We both decided it would behoove us to date a wide range of people.
Why not date a starving artist? A jock? A nerd? An older man? Some dude with an accent? I’m inherently curious by people who are different than me, and my 20s seemed like the time to date whoever the heck I wanted.
So I did.
And you know what? Dating through that lens was really hard. I spent nearly a full decade looking for people who were interesting to me, but not a good fit for me.