Why You Should Swipe Right on a Buddhist Monk

by Debbie Miller August 15, 2019

The other day, my friend Leslie and I were doing the usual lament about how hard it is to meet sane, available men. Not just straight and unmarried men. But, truly sane men without baggage — no carry-on, no check-through.

“If I have to spend another date watching some guy lick his fingers after eating chicken wings,” Leslie said, “I’ll slit my wrists.”

“You think that’s bad?” I whined. “My last date was in the last millennium. “And, he was my therapist’s grandfather, for God’s sake!”

Yeah, dating is a drag. No wonder so many of us have given up ever again dipping our toes in the dating pool. But, are we doomed to spend our Saturday nights alone, vibrator in hand, sentenced to a life of Haagen-Dazs and Sex and the City reruns? (As if that were a bad thing.)

“Cheer up,”I told Leslie. “There is a solution. Date a monk.”

“What?” she asked.

“Hear me out,” I told her. “You have got to change your attitude about the kind of men you are willing to date. Think outside the box. It worked for me.”

“You mean one of those guys who lives in a convent, making date-nut bread and weaving baskets?”