The winner of the Modern Love College Essay contest writes a clear-eyed account of her generation’s often noncommittal dating scene.
I was surprised to hear he was a father. I was 28 then and had never dated a guy with a child. Also, he seemed like sort of a kid himself.
Over a French dinner, my partner, a doctor now, told me goodbye.
The sex chair was perfect terrain for my son's soldiers.
The day the coffee in bed went, so did my insatiable urges.
Part of what I love about him is his late wife.
She and I had not been alone together in more than 30 years.
I wanted to love someone who had my disease, and I did.
I had to be as alone as possible to know that we should be together.
Thinking of my perfect life with Sophie, my daughter, I couldn't marry.