This morning while I was brushing my teeth, this image came to mind. I am sitting at a bar table across from some man. Between us, outlined in a slightly silvery light that in a certain kind of movie translates as "invisible", is a smallish heap of very tiny winged creatures, all of whom are curled up adorably, piled upon one another and deeply asleep--these are our collective pheromones.
And there, in brief, you have both a summary of last night and the inherent problem with online dating.
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