I will let my words speak for themselves, as published in this month’s Atlantic magazine in Lori Gottlieb’s article, Marry Him: The case for settling for Mr. Good Enough (gulp):

“Then there’s my friend Chris, a single 35-year-old marketing consultant who for three years dated someone he calls “the perfect woman”—a kind and beautiful surgeon. She broke off the relationship several times because, she told him with regret, she didn’t think she wanted to spend her life with him. Each time, Chris would persuade her to reconsider, until finally she called it off for good, saying that she just couldn’t marry somebody she wasn’t in love with. Chris was devastated, but now that his ex-girlfriend has reached 35, he’s suddenly hopeful about their future.

“By the time she turns 37,” Chris said confidently, “she’ll come back. And I’ll bet she’ll marry me then. I know she wants to have kids.” I asked Chris why he would want to be with a woman who wasn’t in love with him. Wouldn’t he be settling, too, by marrying someone who would be using him to have a family? Chris didn’t see it that way at all. “She’ll be settling,” Chris said cheerfully. “But not me. I get to marry the woman of my dreams. That’s not settling. That’s the fantasy.”

Chris believes that women are far too picky: everyone knows, he says, that a single middle-aged man still has appealing prospects; a single middle-aged woman likely doesn’t. And he’s right. Single women are painfully aware of this. I hear far more women than men talk about getting married as a goal to be met by a certain deadline.”

Note: the interview was conducted over two years ago.

Late Night Menu at Tunnicliff’s, originally uploaded by Chris Abraham.

Yes, I have been spending way too much time at Tunnicliff’s Tavern. Meeting buddies like Ollie and Andrew. Used to spend even more time. Sometimes really late, taking advantage of this hallowed Late Night Menu. Amen.

The last couple days have been great. I have spent some time away from work with Colombian visitors, Kike and Libia, friends of Clau and Frank. Some drinks last night and then brunch, the market, dinner, and then the night out on the town. You can watch it all via Twitter, with all the details, from the start to the end. I have to go to sleep now because tomorrow is another breakfast together. And then who knows what else. Also, I apparently know how to speak Spanish. Who knew!