I should probably attempt to date again soon.

*ROLLS EYES HEAVILY*

I swear I was fine, but one day I was at work with my hair at an amazing level of wavy and I was in a dress—for no particular reason. All I wanted to do was research the best burgers in SF and choose a restaurant I’ve never been to. The problem was my friends lack availability on weekday afternoons, before even texting any of them I knew there was no one free.

Sure, I could embark on this new burger mission all by myself. BUT I DO A LOT OF FUCKING THINGS BY MYSELF… I don’t want to go to dinner solo during happy hours. I go on enough solo dates.

This is when I texted various people in NY that I missed them and I cursed the fact that I am so far. This is where New York wins, hands down. I always had someone to accompany me whether it was a coworker, friend, cousin or room mate. My circle was so fucking deep.

I guess Law could tell that I sounded low because he called me and asked if I was ok. I told him I wasn’t asking for much. I’m not expecting husband no.2. We don’t need to discuss cohabitation just yet. I just want a good burger, a friendly face and good conversation. He responded with: “I get it. You’re just seeking companionship.”

RIGHT, at least for now.

I’d say I’m pretty fucking bad ass. I do a lot of shit alone that people can’t fathom and I do it frequently. However once in a while it takes a toll and you wish there was someone across or next to you.

It’s a nice idea. I guess I better start talking to the opposite sex again.