I signed up for online dating with a friend, almost like signing up for a marathon together. I went on dates with a few guys, and it wasn’t good. I was just not into it and was about to quit, but then I saw this guy. I’m 5-foot-10, and I’ve always had a thing about height, and I saw this guy with a really sweet, open face, and he was 6-foot-9, I was like, This can’t be real.
Somewhere on his profile, he’d said this his favorite book was The Great Gatsby. Not a big deal, not particularly revelatory. But I wrote back to him — and this is totally unromantic and kind of weird — this is my favorite sentence in Great Gatsby, and one of my favorite sentences ever, “If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of the machines that register earthquakes tens of thousands of miles away.” And he responded and said that he actually had a Great Gatsby sweatshirt.