“Why would you want to be in a relationship?” my son asked me. “You can’t do what you want.”
I considered his remarks as I went out with my wife this afternoon to the Museum of Modern Art. Left to my own devices, I’m not much of a museum-goer; when I was living alone in the early 1990s, and I had a free weekend, I would go to see a movie and prowl the bookstores for a couple of hours.
But if all doors stood open, and I had the choice of doing what I wanted to do by myself or going to the museum with my wife, which would I choose?
It isn’t even close.
Things go much better with a companion.