I got mad at a guy in college because he liked porn. But I was young, and I was righteous, and I couldn’t forgive any man for failing to be John Cusack (who probably also likes porn). For all my groaning about the city’s men, the guys I met were not the same old stereotype.

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I sat at a Starbucks near the Galleria with a friendly, fit black man (I’m white) who was recently divorced and lived in The Colony, which sounded to me like some eerie sci-fi TV drama. But he didn’t contact me again, and I never knew why. I was a real adult, a grown-ass woman, and he was in that shaky place where you have just emerged from the long tunnel of commitment with wobbly legs and blinking eyes, and you need to go bang 25-year-olds for a while.

He told me he liked the show , the unofficial bible for polyamorists, endorsed by “Savage Love” columnist Dan Savage.

Three Miami Dolphins players kneeling during the rendition prior to their game against the New Orleans Saints.

Saints players knelt before the anthem and stood as Darius Rucker sang the Star-Spangled Banner.

One night, I sat at Cafe Brazil in Deep Ellum with a tattooed academic who had legs like chiseled stone.

We sat on the patio, watching women walk by in dresses like neon Band-Aids, and he told me about his recent experiments with bisexuality. I drove out to Denton in 5 pm traffic to hang out with him, and we walked around the tiny picturesque square (“the poor man’s Austin,” someone would tell me later) and bought ice cream at one of those places where you can test a million flavors and it’s so hard to settle on just one.Last week, all 30 NFL teams that played Sunday and Monday showed some form of protest or solidarity during the national anthem.The Cowboys were the first to kneel as a team prior to the singing of the anthem Monday night, but stand arm-in-arm during it.They were walking with God and loving the Cowboys and reading . I had met one extravagant phony in that time, but he was such a good story that I didn’t mind. I might not find love, but, hey, maybe I’d get to know Dallas better.They’ll make someone a good boyfriend one day, just not me. And for all my groaning about the city’s men, the guys I met were not the same old stereotype.“Being with another man makes you aware of your own anatomy in a new way,” he said, and I nodded, taking another bite of my apple pie. He tasted a flavor called Sue’s Snickers, and I said, “What does it taste like?