I realize I could turn a corner and run into the next great love of my life. I could walk into a random bar and all he has to do is look up at a tv, turn to me and say "Are you seeing this game right now?" Or maybe he drops his credit card while buying coffee and I pick it up for him. IDK, some corny shit. And for all I know… maybe I actually know this dude already, but the stars just haven't aligned or whatever.

So I live off of these ideas to get me through my days. I wait patient as fuck for this solo chapter to finish. I can't rush it, the timing is by no means under my control.

So I bide my time.

I take opportunities to work on the more elaborate projects at work, which involve longer hours, because no one is waiting at home anyway. I still have time to kill, so I go to the gym and I spend an hour or two there. By the time I get home its 10, I eat a super late dinner and I write down whatever is on my mind.

I'm not trying to avoid my alone time, I actually love/require large amounts of it. But I figure I might as well be productive… career, body and mind.

Not gonna lie though, I'll happily give up the time when a deserving man comes around wanting my body AND mind.