Up until encountering The One, my love life was dull. Much like Vidya, I had failed to find the right man but had miraculously found the right work. Suddenly, I’d become a sum of my professional competencies. And just as suddenly, my competencies seemed like disabilities in the dating pool. Men explained my job to me, finding my obsession with it an ungainly, unattractive attribute for a woman. My passion for what I did and my ferocious attachment to it became a deficiency that no cosmetic product could hide. In my early thirties, I finally understood that many of the straight men my age,
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