We can dance until we die.—Katy Perry
I'd always figured I'd wind up with a girl who loved the Mets, hated cats, and had grown up on Sonic Youth and the Pixies—a female version of me, more or less. What could be better?
Was my vision misguided? Maybe. Narcissistic? Probably. A symptom of low self-esteem?
Hmm . . .
But over the last few hours I've grown smarter, less self-centered, more forgiving of myself and others. I've made an important discovery…