You don’t want love. You want to be special.

Hey friend, Today I sat in a coffee shop and did something I haven’t done in years. I opened my old Gmail account and typed in the names of women I once loved. There are over 400,000 emails in that inbox, dating back to 2006.The first names I searched were the erotic ones, the women with whom the chemistry was electric. The kind of stories you tell your friends. I opened the first few exchanges, read some flirtation, remembered the heat.It made me smile. It made me blush. But then I kept...