Nostalgia

Meeting women has changed dramatically over the last 15 years — from mass-swiping Tinder to the blog attracting partners organically — and now all avenues have dried up.

I’m marking the 15th anniversary of my blog, a few months late. What began as exhibitionistic and therapeutic has become a memoir of my inner life through my fifties.

I’ve known V since 2011. We aren’t in touch, and I haz a sad.

Soon, I will be with Hope. I can’t fucking wait.

I never used to cry, but now, I dry at the drop of the hat. Here’s what’s made me cry the last couple of days.

Before the internet, there were personal ads — and a horny teenage SWNRJM, 17, spent hours poring over them, hunting for evidence that some woman, somewhere, might want him.