It seems to me that people often date with a destination in mind, yet there may be no final destination. Perhaps occasionally enjoying the ride is what counts, and to do that one must be perfectly content with one's own company and not be seeking to make good some inner deficiency through a relationship (of whatever kind, however fleeting or otherwise) with another person. At least that's how it feels to me at 61.

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