Quick Thought

Paul Simms wrote an interesting article in the New Yorker today.

It reminded me a little of my roommate, who has come home from her different work assignments each week with a new crush: on one of the other interns, an associate, or - once - her new manager. And each week, the crush fades away as she hears him talk about his girlfriend, his wife, or new baby. There is always the same initial giddiness as she describes the new person to me, the same thoughtfulness as she wonders if he's interested in her as well. Then there is the sigh of acceptance when she tells me that yet another one is "already taken." Despite these disappointments, she persists in having these crushes week in and week out. It's amazing perseverance actually.

And yet, it makes me wonder. Why do her crushes rarely work out? Are all of the good ones really taken or should she spend more time looking around before falling into a crush?