I have never believed in marriage. Or, suffice to say, I have never believed in conventional marriage. This might come as a surprise to those who have read my mother’s matrimonial ad seeking a groom for me. Albeit a die-hard romantic, I have never supposed that one can love only one other person or that one can focus one’s entire life around one other individual. The world is enormous; there is a plethora of people. One gets attracted to more persons than one. Some, more genders than one. And so when my mother proposed placing an ad for me, a gay man, seeking a groom, I didn’t immediately agree. She was concerned I was growing older, and that, after her, I would be alone—a concern that forms a common thread between most parents of single queer persons.