I don’t know why, but I feel tempted to reach out to Mitt lately. 

Let me be clear: I WILL NOT.

I just am hungry for good conversation. And probably a little thirsty, too, though I would never put myself in that sort of situation with him again. 

It’s been nearly three months since we last spoke. It’s not like things have really changed for me, dating-wise. 

In fact, Stripper Guy came crawling around last weekend. Yeah, he still exists. It’s not really that fun to talk to him anymore. It isn’t exciting or titilating for me. I don’t know why I haven’t blocked him or cut him off. Perhaps he is like an invisible albatross, warding off potential good matches.

A guy on Match showed interest in me. After exchanging a few messages, I gave him my number. He called (I hate talking on the phone). He asked me what size bed I have and what type of bed sheets I have. //eyeroll// Another one of those men who lives with his parent(s), too. Ugh. 

Maybe I need to join a gym or something. My friends advise going to hang out/work at coffee shops. My therapist suggests going to church or volunteering somewhere. 

I promise I won’t give in to temptation in the meantime.