I had no idea how complicated that decision would become.
The First Few Dates Seemed Perfect
The first woman he met was a librarian.
According to my father, they talked for nearly three hours.
She loved old movies.
He loved terrible detective shows.
They discovered they both enjoyed gardening.
When Dad came home, he looked genuinely happy.
“She wants to see me again,” he said.
I remember being so relieved.
Finally, I thought, my father was beginning to live again.
But the next morning, she stopped responding.
Dad waited all day.
Then another day.
Eventually, he received a short message saying that she didn’t think they were compatible.
It hurt him.
But he accepted it.
“That’s dating,” he told me.
The second woman disappeared too.
So did the third.
Then the fourth.
And then the fifth.
The pattern became impossible to ignore.
Every woman seemed interested.
Every date went well.
Every one of them talked about meeting again.
And then, sometime between dinner and the following morning, something changed.
They vanished.
