My patient and I were walking down the tiled floors of the hospital ward, past the other patients' rooms, every door flung open like in a college dormitory but none of the rooms very inviting. We were almost around the bend by the elevator when he looked up at me and said: "You know something? Every man in my family has died at the age of 53."
I was one step away from finishing my first online dating profile when I was stopped dead in my tracks. I somehow needed to find a photograph that captured the essence of the comfortable-wearing-a-Tuxedo-as-blue-jeans-ballroom-dancing-skinny-dip-loving-cuddle-crazy-macho-poet Frankenstein that I created in my bio.