People often remind me that there are “plenty of fish in the sea.” And, in a literal sense, they are correct, the ocean is indeed teeming with life. Yet, the majority of these “fish” do not align with my preferences. Some are excessively ostentatious, others move too swiftly, and some lack the discretion one might expect. Among them, there is but one that captures my attention, and, naturally, it is precisely the one that refuses to acknowledge my presence.