On a strange side note, I was also struck, when looking at the boyfriend-inscribed flyleaf, by the fact that his handwriting bears a surprising resemblance to the handwriting of many of the other men I've dated. They are not of the same region, ethnic group, age, or schooling system. How could they all have handwriting that looks so much alike? A miracle?

I was about to start believing in fate, and then I thought of a more prosaic explanation: most of the guys I've dated, and all of the ones with whom I have entered more-or-less serious relationships, have been left-handed.

That in itself, is, of course, more than passing strange.

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