It's no secret I've been unlucky in love. Heck, I've been beat up and tossed away like last night's left overs when It comes to the subject matter. I've been left stranded when it comes to finding a partner to two-step with. It's like being in 6th grade PE class and being the last kid picked for kick ball, which in my case, was every time. Except, in my case now, I'm not being picked. I'm sitting these last few innings out. I've got the itch to jump in the game and score, but it is like the coaches have other plans for me.
In my last post I wrote about Tossing the Bed Covers and waking up each morning on the bright side. Looking at the day as half full. Awaking with a smile and asking the day to hug me tightly and be kind to me. And today, I did just that. I had an extra spring in my step as I crawled out from the covers and went to make the pot of decaf coffee.
So why is it that time after time boys will arrange to make plans with me and then leave me hanging? Why is it that when a certain friend from out of town asks to spend time with me over the weekend he leaves me with no follow-up calls, texts, emails when he arrives in town. Two days go by with no word. He's gone radio silent. Evaporated.
To make matters more dramatic, because that's what I do, I have been registered on an online dating site for most of this summer. I've had 0 dates. Niltch. Nada. Goose egg. I'm getting matches from people 400 miles away which doesn't exactly warrant a quick coffee meet-up. To add fuel to the fire (remember I'm dramatic), I wink, email and reach out to gents on the site. I get nothing back. It's like I wasn't meant to really date. To find love. To find my forever compadre.
