I enjoyed this tremendously. Each paragraph broadened my inner smile to the point, in fact, where the smile was on my face. Perhaps I might have recognized myself between the lines. I said to myself: there is no wonder my first marriage failed because I was reading extensively? Often enough my ex wife would ask in sheer anger who was “telling you all these things?” Meaning the vision of life I so artlessly articulated during our frequent bickering. Anyway I agree with the assertion that one shouldn’t date a man who reads because he is dangerous. You can’t figure him out because his soul is hidden under thousands of books… In conclusion though, I’d like to date a woman who writes because she would have to be a woman who reads. Thanks for the piece. Matthew