Sending love Ms. Valenti. A lot of us are marching in a different direction. The other day at a restaurant, I left two women alone. One, who was dinning with an effeminate man kept looking over at me amid their saccharine voices. She was clearly not interested in him. And another woman, alone, sat near me. I felt vibes of interest, but I let the opportunity linger. That was my passive-aggressive dismissal, but also consistent failure. As an introvert, the thought of talking to a woman is horrible. It’s emotionally horrible. Nowadays, I don’t even try. Last night, I saw a woman (20), 2.5 years for a BA, now law school, at one of the best, kissed a 46-year-old alcoholic, who plays all the women. His trick is to insult them making them insecure. (Yes, it actually works everytime.) I listen to the women, who say they want to be left alone, their presence in a cafe is not an opportunity for banter. I am hoping if they like me that they will say something, not like a veiled pick up line, but something straightforward. I demand it. Have drafted a contract with clauses always allowing cease and desist opportunities. No obligation. (Joking but somewhat serious.) I want women to make the first move. But, I understand, I am older now, irrelevant, still pinning for women I had no business being with in the first place. Love is a lark. Feelings of romance are a lie. I have nothing to offer but bad art and appropriation. I always see your point.