I spent a lot of time on dating platforms over the past few years. What increasingly frustrated me was the fact that there was a quantitative oversupply of sex and a massive qualitative undersupply. The many options flattered my ego, of course, but my soul remained untouched. Like so many women, I also experienced sexual abuse in childhood. And although Kevin knew nothing about it, he did everything right at the crucial moment. He was moved, he saw "little Fanny" and held her. He touched my soul. What could be more beautiful?