Gads, I’m lonely. Oh, I’ve done this before. Wrote about my lonely heart and wishing for a boyfriend, then getting all the well-meaning advice to love myself and love will come. Blah blah. I’ve done the work. I’ve done the therapy and finally completely understand the choices I made about men in the past that didn’t work. And now that I get it, I never meet anyone remotely available.
C’est la vie.