Whenever my mother gets a cold, she thinks about her mortality. Whenever she thinks about her mortality, she puts pressure on me to get married.

     I tell her I’m looking for Mrs. Right, but she says I’m not looking hard enough.

     The pressure is getting to me. I may have to cave and try online dating. The idea of selecting a date from a large pool of women is enticing. Knowing that a woman and I may be compatible before we ever meet in person is really enticing. But then I get to thinking. Why is there such a large pool of women?

     Compatibility, my mother says, is the result of hard work and love. My father says it’s when you stop fighting and give up control. “That’s when they sink their teeth...

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