And then I watched each of those relationships implode, because it’s not real, all that seeming soul-mate-ry. Being at the same party as someone twenty years prior means nothing. Lots of people love Matisse. And lots of men will say they love Matisse or your favorite band, place, movie, or activity. They’ll say whatever it takes, and you’ll discover a couple months later that he actually was confusing Matisse with Monet, that he only knows one song by your favorite band, that he thinks your favorite city is overrated.
