The Anna Karenina Principle...

It was their first date. Complete with sudden lulls in conversation and littered with the getting to know you back & forth. They sipped their drinks and laughed. So far, so good. She wanted kids. She was impressively intelligent and driven. She could cook. Check. Check. Check. “Do you like animals?” he asked. “Why yes, I love cats,” she said. He sat there and finished his Jack and Coke, interlacing his fingers and lowering his voice, leaning further across the table. “Hmm…well, do you believe in the Anna Karenina Principle?” he asked. “I believe it holds some merit, but overall, no. No, I don’t,” she said. “I do. Very much so,” he said. And with that he wished her well as he dug in his pocket for exact change and excused himself from the table. Why waste his time with something that was doomed to fail?