I won’t say I’ve given up hope, not all hope anyway but I have made peace with the possibility I’ll be on my own for the rest of my life.
I can’t lie, sometimes I feel sad about this. But the rest of the time, I’m okay with it.
I have hobbies. I have friends. I have work. I have pets. I have a vibrator. They fill my brain, my time and my heart (and any other gaps) quite nicely.
I was unhappy (understatement!) in my last relationship and took time out from dating to heal from that. At first, all men were lying, cheating, womanising bastards and none of them were ever coming near me again with their grand gestures, false words and promises Then, I went through a sort of well he was nice but bleughhh, I can’t be arsed/what’s the point phase. After that, I decided to throw all this spare time into doing stuff for ME. And I found I quite like being this selfish!
Today’s fast-paced dating scene is a bit too cut-throat for my liking so I’ve stopped “putting myself out there” – I’ve stopped looking. And I’ve stopped signalling.
I can’t predict what tomorrow might bring and I can’t alter the past, but, if somebody comes into my life and we “click” then great, and I’ll see where that takes me.
Until then, I’m happy with Right Now.
(Very Zen-like philosophy there!)