Though I had settled in somewhat comfortably, my house felt lonely. Incredibly, despite my still fresh wounds from Rita and my general mistrust of the whole dating process, I actually started thinking about climbing back up on the relationship horse. After many years of a peripatetic lifestyle, I’d finally recognized the strange but true paradox that the bigger the city, the harder it is to meet people. Although I did discover one surefire way of meeting the best-looking woman in your apartment complex: Just straggle down to your mailbox looking like you’ve just walked off the set of Survivor, and I guarantee you she’ll be there. Of course, she’s not around when you come home in a tuxedo carrying an Emmy, but she’ll always walk by when you’re standing out on the sidew...

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