It took me two-three sessions on eHarmony’s website to answer all the questions. I pushed the last button and went to bed thinking I’d wake up to find a long list of men dying to date me. I had zilch. I rechecked all the steps, and the website advised me to wait a few days – it was searching its entire pool. Zilch, again. I prayed the mob trying to log on had crashed the website, but I knew better. On the verge of pathetic, I went back in and readjusted my answers and expectations. I enlarged the search area to include a fifty-mile radius outside of the metropolis. Obviously the many million inhabitants weren’t a large enough pool to find me one man. I also extended the age range I was willing to consider. (I just needed him able to get around on his own.) I even lied. (What? I wasn’t applying for the Medal of Honor; I just wanted one date.) Finally, I had nibbles. Most of the matches were sad; few of the men interested me, none enough to venture dating any of them. M