Elizabeth Ann Peterson 
Confessions of an Internet Dater 

It took a certain amount of strength to accept that a life alone was a better life. Then it took time to decide that a life alone would be better if shared with the person I love, only — I hadnt found him yet. The process of finding my perfect man was emotionally exhausting and fraught with anxiety about what lay ahead. Did my perfect man even exist? If only life had fast-forward and rewind buttons. Alas! Thats not how life works! I just had to plunge in, keep looking for what I wanted, sorting and sifting, hoping the right man would find me and love me back. And he did.