Why there is not a man in my life
I am a single woman. I live alone. Ordinarily, I don't give my situation much thought. I am reasonably happy in my solitude. Oh, there are times I would love to turn from the doorway where I am admiring a particularly spectacular sunset and say to my partner, "Oh, come look." I miss sharing the simple pleasures of the day.
At other times I wonder about my single state. I am an intelligent, gentle and good person. I am neither cross-eyed nor pigeon-toed. From time to time I do notice a glint of interest in a man's eye. But nothing ever comes of it.
Now, at last, I know why I...