I think I was admitting through this page that I'm personally most comfortable in bars. My dating life ended in 2013, just before the explosion of Tinder and the mirage of endless selection that plagues its users. This is a pretty warmed-over observation by now but there's something to be said for limitations, for finding things you like about a person who happens to be available. To Hanna the horizon is endless, and her imaginary perfect soulmate awaits. Eve may not be much closer to her goal of finding someone, but at least she doesn't despair. With a search that is seemingly endless and involves a lot of waiting and striking out, patience is an asset.