Life is too short to drink bad wine or weak coffee, though I have no problem downing the occasional bag of stale Doritos. The point is, life is short. That was the mantra I repeated to myself each time I prepared for a new Match.com date and my mind started playing the "what if" game. What if he's too short, too tall, has wiry eyebrows, a high pitched voice, wears ironed jeans, chews with his mouth open, stares at my boobs, smells like Marlboros and Pabst, wears a thick gold chain… To combat this ugly swarm of fears, I would reassure myself by saying, "So what. Life is short."
This article appears in May 9-15, 2013.