For the first time in a long time, I realize I like somebody.
Just a friend I know casually though Burning Man, but nevertheless, I like him.
Specifically, he has this really nice calming effect on me.
Not that I’m high strung or anything, but it’s nice to be around somebody who makes you relax, take a deep breath, and be yourself.
Regrettably, his interest in me is likely non existent.
Par for the course with me.
I finally meet a decent single man and he isn’t the least bit interested in me as anything more than a friend.
Now, I could look at this as a failure.
As evidence that once again the universe is conspiring against me.
As proof that decent men aren’t interested in me and all I get are the rejects.
I could, but I won’t.
You see, my life is actually pretty damn nice.
And this guy, while not in the market for a romance with me, is still a nice friend whose company I enjoy.
AND I like to think of this as evidence that I CAN be attracted to nice, single guys not just the rotten ones.
So maybe it’s not a love match.
I’m okay with that.