Meh

That’s how the chemistry is with dog park boy. Meh.

Sometimes I look at him and think he’s hot. Other times no. The chemistry with him is a solid 5. Surfer boy, and even Jbag before him, were 10s. I can’t settle with a 5.

Neither of my dates happened this weekend. Friday got turned into Saturday, and then literally as I was about to leave the house to meet him, he cancelled. His daughter got sick and he had to go pick her up. Sounds like a lie, but he actually screen shotted the convo and sent it to me. But we haven’t rescheduled and I’ll leave that up to God, or him, but I’m not taking the reins on that one even though I do actually want to go out with him.

The Sunday guy killed it. He sent me this creepy picture on Thursday. He was flexing his bicep and it said, “looking forward to Sunday,” and he didn’t look great, just creepy. I ignored it for an entire day, then finally said, “I have to cancel Sunday. Good luck with your search.” And he wrote back, “Just because of that picture? What happened?” I ignored it. Wasn’t sure he was good looking to begin with.

Dog park boy is still around, and my online account is still there, and while I’ve had fun with it all, I can’t say I’ve met my soul mate yet. Friend is the closest I have, and even surfer boy in all his drama or lies or whatever the fuck that was, looks better than these guys.

All good. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life, and it’s not because of a boy. And for me, that’s it. That’s the true love I’ve been searching for. I finally found it within myself.