It Seemed that everywhere I looked, I saw terrific women dating less-than-terrific men. Men who'd left their wives for younger women. Men who'd run out on their families. Men who were duplicitous in their relationships before marriage. Even my male friends seemed willing to accept this view of themselves. "Oh yeah," they'd say. "You can't trust us."
Maybe it was our age—late thirties, early forties. According to the media, the chances of single women finding suitable mates at our stage in life were slim. All the good ones had been taken, or so the argument went. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever find someone to share my life with.
I got to talking about this situation with a friend I knew through my work in the movie business. Like me, C.C. was a student of Christian Science and a single woman. She and I used to meet frequently at a coffee shop to share inspiration from our spiritual studies and talk about God. We'd been wanting for a while to take on a project—to pray about something together and find out what we could learn. So when we realized we'd both been seeing this male-female dynamic over and over again, and had developed a really negative view of men as a result, we knew we'd found our assignment.
