A recent article in The New York Times explored the idea of psychologists setting up their patients on dates. Obviously the ethics of this sort action are highly fraught. But I’ve got to admit–I am curious as to who my psychologists would’ve chosen for me.
I use the plural because like any self-loathing writer and Jew, I’ve spent a good chunk of my life in therapy and have spoken to many psychologists and social workers along the way. So rather than simply wonder who my current shrink would pair me with, I’m going back in time to guess at who each therapist/matchmaker would set me up with.