I’m still single, despite recent half-hearted attempts with the online dating thing, and I know why.
I’m not ready. Nor am I willing or able.
I know I should be. I’ve been single, but for a couple of near misses, for 5 years. I should be ready, willing and able.
But then I have conversations like the one I had with my English Photo-Researcher friend yesterday, who is going through a rough patch with her husband, and I know that I just cannot face all that emotional turmoil again. In my experience it is simply not worth it.
I like the fact that there’s no one to cry over anymore.
‘Course, the fact that there’s also no one to tamper with is less ideal…