It’s Friday night and I’m having one of my usual spa dates with Steph. This is our little ritual. Steam, bubbles, a bottle of champagne and a full-on emotional excavation. It always turns into the kind of evening where you go in thinking you’re just going to relax and somehow end up discussing your entire life while lying on a heated bed in your bikini, looking like a woman who has made peace with everything except the price of dating and the state of men.