I have come to the conclusion that there is nobody out there for me! Yes, I’m sorry/not sorry to say, that there are no men, willing to swim into my island of one. At first, I thought it was just me, but I know it’s not. Sure, I might not be the easiest person to deal with on a day-to-day basis. I know I have my little corks that I need to deal with, but that doesn’t make me undesirable…at least I hope not! I’ve had a couple of incidents where I thought, I was getting somewhere. However, like most things in my sad little life, that somewhere just ended up being a dead end and I ended up driving back around lost and back to square one. I’m not saying that I’m looking for happily ever after, because to me that’s just something Disney made up to make everyone have hope. I’m just implying that maybe it would be nice to have someone to hang out with once and awhile. Maybe someone who could understand me and the madness that’s been concealed underneath all my other baggage. Nevertheless, it’s not easy for me, when you feel like you’re the only one left out of the loop. You’re the cheese that’s been abandon in the back of the cold refrigerator and maybe will be stuck there, until you’re old and moody, about ready to be toss out. Before anybody could even taste what potential, you would have had. Being on one’s own can be a great virtue to have, but finding someone is a hard virtue to find and possibly keep!