In his song “4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy),” Bruce Springsteen mentions a disappointing development. “That waitress I was seeing lost her desire for me,” he sings. “She said she won’t set herself on fire for me anymore.” I assume nothing like that has happened to you recently. Just the opposite: I bet there are attractive creatures out there who’d set themselves on fire for you. If this isn’t true, fix the problem! You have a cosmic mandate to be incomparably irresistible.