I am content to be single. It does not bother me in the slightest to spend most evenings and big chunks of time during the weekend alone. In fact, I relish it. I have some kind of sadness that occasionally creeps up that nobody loves me in a romantic, passionate way but that sadness in no way motivates me to think about dating. I think it would be nice to spend some time hanging with someone but I don’t know how to find someone without it turning into a date type relationship and I absolutely don’t want to deal with the game of dating.
I always sprang back pretty quickly from the end of relationships including ones that ended fairly badly in terms of my own emotions. Within a month or two, I was thinking about starting dating again. A perfect example was breaking up with Enrique. I broke up with him in the middle of May. Before the end of June, I had put on ad on CraigsList. I felt that I was ready to move on and that included dating. Not this time. I might have moved on emotionally but apparently that doesn’t include dating.