Endurability

Today marks the passage of two months since Mr. Match's dart hit my photo on the giant dartboard that is Match.com.

For me, the magic number seems to be three months. If I can get past three months, I typically reach at least two years. Sometimes I think I'm not going to introduce a new man-in-my-life to anyone until I get past three months. If I could stick to that — not even mention his existence to anyone until that point in time — it sure would eliminate a lot of anxiety.

But I normally introduce the new man to my younger son before that time, because I trust his judgment. Because of all the time we've spent together in his teen and adult years, he knows me way too well. He tends to know what will and won't work for me. And he sees without the blinders of infatuation that I usually sport during the first few months.

So I guess I need to arrange a family dinner within the next four weeks, before I get past the point of no return.