It’s 5:51am at the moment. I got a good three hours of sleep before I woke up and decided to have a drink. That’s turned into several and now it’s the dawn before Christmas Eve and I’m sitting on the porch writing wondering why I’m alone.
I’ve done everything right. No children, no wife, my own place, a career and a second career. But it’s like no matter how much I do women just aren’t crazy about me like that. That scares me to be honest.
It scares me because this time last year I said I would be engaged by now. I’m going to be 30 in a little over a month and I’m still single? I know so many women and most of them either want to make me their guy on the side or they’re in situations with men that aren’t me.
As I sit here I do wonder if any of those women think about me. If they’re lying in bed wondering what I’m doing right now.
To be honest I’m just tired of writing to myself.
I need to know someone is thinking about me.
I just need to know that.