A third of them spent their weekends volunteering at an animal shelter.
Each time, he seemed genuinely hopeful.
However, none of them ever stayed.
Initially, I assumed they simply weren’t meant to get along.
Romantic encounters were complicated.
Two people could have a pleasant evening together while realizing there was no future.
That’s what I told myself every time another woman stopped replying.
Then I noticed something impossible to ignore.
All the relationships ended in exactly the same way.
The meeting always went perfectly.
Then my father would call me and describe the restaurant, their conversation, and the little moments that had made him laugh.
He never seemed proud.
He seemed relieved.
They always planned to see each other again.
