But none of them ever stayed.
At first, I assumed they simply were not compatible.
Dating was complicated.
People could enjoy one evening together and still decide there was no future.
I told myself that every time one of the women stopped responding.
Then I noticed something strange.
Every relationship ended the exact same way.
The date would go perfectly.
My father would call me afterward and tell me about the restaurant, the conversation, and whatever small detail had made the woman laugh.
He never sounded arrogant.
He sounded relieved.
They would make plans to see each other again.
Then, by the next morning, the woman had disappeared.
No calls.
No texts.
No explanation.
The first time, my father assumed she had become busy.
The second time, he thought he had misunderstood her interest.
