It wasn’t just that I chose inappropriate men. I was inappropriate. I had a list! I added up points and recorded every debit. I played coach & queen & damsel-in-distress. I dressed to impress and spoke to manipulate. My way was the way and you should listen to me. I competed for intelligence and competence. I held scales in my head and my hand on the door. I dared men to break my heart and felt damned—damned determined to never do that again. But I did, repeatedly in search of a better man who was always in search of a better woman than I was—until now.