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Worse still are the car selfies and nephew pics; the weird proliferation of taco and pizza emojis; the men who take it upon themselves to tell you who You’d think that I’d be used to it by now, for I’ve been ghosted again and again, first by Marc after a spontaneous road trip to Montreal; then by Alex after what I thought was a fruitful 12th date; then by Chris after I had nursed him through an LSD trip; then by Ben after he had introduced me to his 10-year-old son.
Perhaps I take these vanishings especially to heart, recalling to me as they do the unsolved mystery of my ex-husband’s disappearance.
I’ve met United Nations diplomats and my favorite movie star’s ex-husband.
I have spent a summer dog-sitting in Los Angeles and flown to Jamaica for a third date; licked cocaine off car keys and undressed at midnight in a Barcelona square.
I’ve had my air- conditioner stolen, inherited an Eames chair, expanded my music library a hundredfold, and made a dear friend, who, now that our fledging romance has failed, will be with me for life.
In the surreal weeks and months that followed, I grew increasingly apprehensive about the idea of online dating.
And I could tell you so many stories, stories of poverty and privilege, of divorce and infidelity, of fatherhood, forgiveness and the foolhardiness of studying philosophy when you are the great-great-nephew of the great Ludwig Wittgenstein.
I would hardly suggest I lead a life to rival Cendrars’ own (my two cats have seen to that), but I had adventures.
I have learned how to sext, how to plant tomatoes, how to drink mate, beat box, and navigate the bars of Bushwick.
I could introduce you to men who believe in God and men who live in their cars; men who have slept with their sisters and others who have followed the Dead.