I’m 51. In my day, romantic relationships weren’t complicated. You met someone, you were attracted to him or her, you got along great, and you started dating. As in, actual dating: the guy asked the girl to dinner and a movie, and out they went. At the end of the date, he dropped her off at home, kissed her, and if the date went well, he would call her the next day.

If one of the two parties wasn’t “feeling it,” the relationship pretty much ended there. If they both liked each other, it continued. At some point down the line, the relationship would either fizzle out, or it wouldn’t. If it didn’t, the couple got married. The end.