“I want love on demand,” she said. My friend Sophia was going through another hard breakup, hoping to sedate her pain. “Take it away when it hurts, but deliver it when desired, straight to my door.”
As a woman, I’m not supposed to like getting older. Society tells us that most of our worth is tied to our youthful looks. This generates a sense of panic among 30-somethings dating, all of us hoping to lock down a mate before we hit our expiration date: “Warning: Best Before 40.” Who knows what piles of mush we will become after that?
“Write about the search,” he said. “That’s what’s fucking killing everyone.”
