The other day someone asked my partner, “hey how long have the two of you been together?”

To be honest, we get that question a lot.

After 21 years, people are surprised to see our connection. Some of it I attribute to a generous helping of pheromones. We’ve always had a mad attraction. And that is just plain good fortune perhaps, but I don’t know for sure.

What is the possibility of meeting that someone who just does it for you day in and day out?

I used to think that love was a matter of geography, which is not a romantic idea at all. But consider this:  before the internet—where we can meet someone from pretty much anywhere—we kinda had our pick of local loves. If they did not appear at work, church, the community pool or some other such convenient locale, we had to hope to bump into them on vacation or through an ad in the paper.

And what are the odds of this person local to you having this miraculous mix of pheromones that you’re going to dive head long into eternity with?

Furthermore, it seems that these pesky buggers dissipate into thin air after a few years, a few struggles, a few arguments.

A scary thought.

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