This seems counter productive and I know how you feel. What’s sad and aggravating is that your disinterest coupled with the residual effects of #MeToo!, a man like me, remains sufficiently barricaded behind a myriad of excuses not to have to make a gesture toward addressing one’s desires. I have literally gone without a romantic relationship for over twenty years, but I have to say that I married my biggest crush, although my complaining about work and thus not wanting to have children as a result must have turned her off. She would later say: “See, how easy it was to have/raise a child?” That was all she wanted. I didn’t realize she probably loved me as much as I loved her, but she was never as gaga about it. I do regret not realizing her love. I always felt apprehensive. I was miserable for the five years we were together. And it took ten years to get over her. Then the next crush came along, and the one after that. Each time, the relationships were short. Those three women, another one recently and then the one a few nights ago represent my lucky but also unfulfilling experience with love: passionate, dramatic, and ridiculous. If those women are listening. I loved you absolutely and aside from my mother, sister, and father, the later I lost when I was ten, I have never been more amazed. You are absolutely amazing human beings.

Sharifah, give the person, you are attracted to a card or something. What a sad waste of time. I am sure the feelings are mutual. How could they not? But, I completely understand. Hindsight is 20/20.