From PRX, this is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Meg Bulls, and in this show we have stories

of assumptions, missteps, and misinterpretations, books judged by covers, and other things

that may not be exactly as they appear.

Our first story falls into the category of careful what you wish for.

Sharon Zegin shared it at a grand sum we produced in New York City, where WNYC is a media

partner of the Moth. Here's Sharon.

I was 33, and I really wanted a boyfriend. Everybody was in couples, or so it seemed.

My friends were getting married, some were having kids, and I was dating. I was dating

a lot, but I was tired of dating. I wanted to get to the living together.

Spend an evening in sweatpants in front of the TV, eat scrambled eggs for dinner, go

to bed to sleep together without sleeping together. But I never made it that far. I felt

inferior for not making it to the sweatpants stage.

So when I met this guy who was really into me, I thought to myself, this time I'm going

to pull through. I'm going to work really hard to make it stick.

And it started well. We were dating, we were dating a lot, spending weekends together,

obvious Fridays, and at some point it was clear, I had a boyfriend. What an accomplishment,

success. There were just a few hiccups. We had nothing in common. I wasn't really attracted

to him. I basically wanted him gone. So I was living this battle between heart and mind

for a few months. Until at some point I thought to myself, okay enough, this is it. It's

too much. I'm going to have the conversation with him. We're going to go up to this up north

hiking this weekend and on the way back we'll talk, we'll look each other in the eyes,

we'll hug it out, and go our separate ways. Okay, so we're on this mountain hiking when

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