I finally got around to reading this piece that's been floating through my FB feed for a couple weeks and it was really interesting. Is love a choice? My experience: the few times I've been truly in love with someone falling in love didn't feel like a choice, it just happened. But I think the choice was opening myself up to the possibility, particularly the last two times. I was post-divorce and eventually did have a sense that I was ready to wade into the dating swamp (as opposed to the other two times when the guy seemed to fall out of the sky). I wasn't clinical about it, I just felt ready and so I went for it.

This isn't to say that it's easy. Dating is a weird and sometimes truly awful experience. It requires a lot of time and dedication to find someone who is a good fit, someone for whom you don't feel the need to contort yourself to fit essentially random expectation. Openness also means you may be frustrated, confused, and occasionally grossed out.

Never thought much about it before.