Which is not an admission that I have any sort of love life at all. But if I did, I would be well within my rights to keep it to myself.
Yesterday stretched me in some strange ways. I was told that I come across as completely inaccessible for dating. Hmm. It might be true. I realized that I'm downright terrible at reading the signals of the opposite sex. Somehow I used to think I was good at it. Have I lost the skill, or did I never have it? I discovered that my best friends would really like me to date someone I hadn't seriously considered. Their advocacy is compelling me to reexamine. Meanwhile the guy I'd secretly hoped would one day come back and propose to me called to tell me he just proposed to someone else. Congratulations! That's great news! Uh oh, bad cellular signal. Call you later!
I don't think I'll ever figure out romance. Too hard. I think I'll just try to get a cute haircut and sit alone at a bar reading a novel. Sending out inaccessible vibes.