It’s been a dry spring for me.
And by dry, I mean no dates.
Not that I’ve given up, mind you – just that I haven’t been actively pursuing dates like I did in the past.
It felt like I had a date every day of the week.
I lived on Tinder and POF.
Not so much.
I’ve given up the ghost of internet dating.
All I seem to find are porn addicts, foot worshipers, and men who want to have anal sex with me.
The pickings are pretty slim, if you ask me.
I can’t remember the last time I met someone authentic through one of those sites.
But there is The Swede.
I got lucky with him.
And by lucky, I mean that he is an amazing man.
It’s too bad he lives 5,000 miles away.
I’ve been getting out a lot anyway.
My friends make sure I stay busy and have fun with or without a date.
Mostly what I miss?
Oh, I’d die to make eyes with someone from across the room all night long.
Or spend the night making clever flirty conversation with a man.
And let me tell you, I MISS KISSING.
And other things. . .
But we’re not going there because talking about it JUST MAKES IT WORSE.
My last relationship ended over 4 years ago and I figure it’s about time to usher in a new chapter of my life where I find someone amazing and couple up with him.
It is seriously time for this dry spell to END!