My quest for an older, intelligent man who wants to have deep conversations and quiet nights buried in our books is fruitless. I just filled out the questionnaire for Chemisty.com, and yet I refuse to pay subscription fees. That AND, I highly doubt that the type of man I want is on dating sites. He's too busy meeting pretty girls at museums and bookstores.
I wish I could get over it, but that guy whet my appetite for something that I never would have thought I really wanted. But I do. Badly.