And in his place….

Nada. Zip. Zero.

That’s what I have lined up in the date department.

I decided a couple of days ago that I shall date online no more forever.

And then a few hours after I decided that I got bored and almost downloaded Tinder. But I want the magic of the first moment, the first meeting. The part where I see someone and I like him and he likes me and the thirst is mutual.

Which means I have exactly 0 prospects currently. In theory it’s fine. I had a great weekend with friends, made dinner for a friend last night, had a good time.

But it’s been a minute since I had some romance. And love. And I want those things.

I texted Mr. Abs yesterday…almost more out of curiosity than anything. Why hadn’t I heard from him? He said he hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of days. I said okay.

And that was it. That was the entire conversation. Satisfying enough for me not to worry about it anymore, but enough to keep the line open…if that’s what he choses. It’s out of my hands for now, which should be scary for someone as controlling as I, but I’m trying this whole thing now where I’m trying to trust that God (the Universe, etc) knows what I want and has what I want waiting for me.

I’ve never been great at waiting, but the alternative is worrying myself about being alone, getting sad, maybe depressed, eating ice cream on a Saturday night while I watch horrible Lifetime movies.

So here I sit, poised to go to the gym, keeping my body fit, my mind sharp…for myself, if nothing else.