Kinda Like Unicorns

Kinda Like Unicorns

I told my therapist about the cook debacle this week, and she said amid my huge walrus tears related to generally getting the same nonsense from yet another unprepared person who responded to my profile (which, for the record, begins, "Real relationship, anyone?") that what happened had nothing to do with me. Furthermore, she reminded me yet again that there are people out there who are capable of having relationships and who communicate. Of course she is alone and not pursuing relationships herself, so I am hoping these people really exist but I have no empirical evidence to confirm such.

I could have sworn my last (real) partner was one of them…of course, then he bailed after making huge efforts on our behalf for a year, so whatever. I choose to believe my therapist, as it seems way better to live in search of those people than to choose the only alternative to the search, which is to decide they don’t exist and write the whole thing off.

So then I was telling my friend what the therapist said, and my friend summed up the concept well and succinctly: “Oh, kinda like unicorns.”

Yeah, kinda like unicorns.