We are the puzzle pieces who seldom fit with other puzzle pieces. We inhabit singledom as our natural resting state … Secretly, we are romantics, romantics of the highest order. We want a miracle. Our of millions we have to find the one who will understand.
For the quirkyalone, there is no patience for dating just for the sake of not being alone. On a fine but by no means transcendent date we dream of going home to watch television. We would prefer to be alone with our own thoughts than with a less than perfect fit. We are almost constitutionally incapable of casual relationships.