From the minute we're born, boys and girls stare at each other, trying to figure out if they like what they see. Like parade lines, passing each other for mutual inspection. You march, you look. You march, you look. If you're interested, you stop and talk, and if it doesn't work out, you just get back in the parade. You keep marching, and you keep looking.

Dating is not supposed to be torture. It's not supposed to be a series of hoops, each one higher and smaller than the last, some of them ringed in fire, that we jump through to reach the nirvana of marriage.