Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh!’ he whispered. ‘Yes, Piglet?’ ‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. ‘I just wanted to be sure of you.’ ~A.A. Milne

Pooh is Piglet’s perfect partner. His carefree whims balance Piglet’s neurotic panic attacks. It works for Piglet. I’m not sure if it works for Pooh. But in any case, how does anyone find the perfect pairing? And what’s important in keeping that relationship working? My own experience has shown me that I’m not easily satisfied, that I’m constantly seeking something better and constantly finding fault. Could my problem with finding a mate be simply a matter of adjusting my expectations? If so, which ones should be adjusted? I am all questions, no answers.