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I know that I have listed a lot of women here.  The ones I wrote about were the ones that were important, the ones that I spent a lot of time with.  The fact of the matter is, there were so many more.  But with the rest of them, the line between infatuation or being in love is even fuzzier. Falling in love is like a disease and I get infected a lot.

As I mentioned earlier, I am pretty sure that I fell in love with every girl my brother ever dated.  I don’t think I had a choice.  There were other girls in High School.  I kind of robbed myself of the opportunity to explore more than friendship with any of them because of my long-distance relationship with Amy Meissner.

I’ve pretty much fallen in love with almost every woman I’ve ever worked with.  When I was at the University of Michigan, I worked for a doctor who had two secretaries.  Both were blonde, both were fun, I’m sure I was in love with them both.

In graduate school, I’m sure I was sweet on at least one other girl who was doing research at another lab.  I’m pretty sure she was sweet on me.  She went out of her way to be friendly and engaging, whenever I had a chance to go over there.

When I worked at SUI, I think I must have fallen in love with three or four of my co-workers and I’m pretty sure at least two were in love with me. 

I also fell in love with some of my clients who were women.  There was a cute girl in New York who took herself way too seriously.  There was a woman in Washington who was so intelligent and so well adjusted that I craved time with her but she was married when I met her and is still married to this day.

I taught classes for many years, both at college as well as at SUI.  I’m sure I fell in love with at least one student from almost every class.  There is still one dark-haired woman that I dream about to this day.  There was another one, really cute, who took the time to write me a letter thanking me for teaching the class.  She told me to look her up if I was ever in Baltimore.  I wonder what that meant.

When I lived with my first ex-wife, we lived in a neighborhood full of people like us.  The neighbor women were all so nice and many of them very attractive.  I’m sure I fell in love with several of them as well; at least two that I know of.

Our bookkeeper at ISS, she was so nice and so smart; she had the bluest eyes I had ever seen.  I’m sure I fell in love with her.  There was the woman who lived with me and my second wife for six months.  She was so attractive and so intoxicating to be around, I’m sure I fell in love with her.  The list goes on and on.

In the end, if the person is female and attractive and I get along with them, you are pretty much assured of me falling in love with them.  You’d think by this point in my life, my poor brain would be immune to it but as I said in the beginning, this is the way I was wired.  I have no choice.

If you pick me to be on your show, you can be certain of one thing.  No matter who I end up with, I’ll probably fall in love with them all over again.  That would make for a happy ending now wouldn’t it?