SO, I am back to dating. Well, trying to date. Another $50 towards a online site that initially provides some interesting prospects, but then nose-dives into the void of unreturned winks, nudges, I'm intrigued messages.
After a decade of trying to connect with anonymous New Yorkers, in the hopes that neither one of us will be too weird to go out a second time, my dealbreakers have become akin to Liz Lemon's list, but surprisingly smaller. I'm now ok with divorced AND kids (with my range from 31-45, it's hard to find guys who aren't still single without a very, very good reason.)
Mostly, I'm just sad. Although having a dog has taken the edge off of the desperate need to feel loved (thank you small, furry package of affection), the recent family health issues (and deaths over the past three years) have left me wondering how the hell I'm going to do this. By myself.
Sigh.
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