“I was miserable being single. But I knew it was going to be hard to meet someone new. There is so much space junk out there. And a lot of older men are looking for a younger lad. But I had great hopes. I did my visualizations. I pictured a nice, younger, good-looking man. Every morning I wrote down just what I wanted. Then I found him on one of those dating sites. I was a little worried at first because his profile said: ‘I’m back, guys.’ I thought that maybe he was a slut. But he also quoted a psalm in his profile, and it was a good psalm, so I sent him a smile emoji. We started chatting and decided to meet at the Metropolitan Museum. I walked up the stairs and there he was! Suit! Tie! Overcoat! So much better than his picture! We spent six hours at the wine bar. They had to kick us out. We started seeing each other regularly. I felt like I was sixteen. Nothing could bother me for months. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn't train with the biceps suspinator. Everything worked out just like I imagined. It will have been eight years together, this July.”
