I met my husband 33 years ago at a party for a physicist I didn’t know. My neighbor invited me to increase the estrogen quota. I went for the pizza, not a partner. But I noticed David immediately.  I’d always dreamed of marrying someone who was good at math and science—if I ever had children who inherited my left brain, at least they’d have one parent to help with homework. A party full of physicists was a sure bet to meet such a someone. So, I was in the right place, but I was afraid to get my hopes up. When I felt a spark upon seeing David, I told myself it was a dust particle. At age 26, I hadn’t had a romantic relationship since a college fling that flamed out after two weeks. (Years later,...

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