I was speaking with someone recently about my blog and she asked me THE question.

You know, the question.  The one that I don’t dare let creep into my my mind, but I should.

She asked: “Do you really want to meet someone?”

I responded: “You know, something, I don’t know anymore.  I like blogging about my dating life!”

And then, also recently someone mentioned that they wanted to set me up with an eligible bachelor and said she, “I’m sorry I just haven’t gotten around to it.”

And I responded, “No worries, I’ll still be single when you get around to it.”

She laughed and said, “What?  That’s pathetic.”

Is it pathetic?  Is it wrong to what to keep things as they are?

My life is status quo.  I work, I go out with my friends.  Occasionally, I exercise, go to therapy (neither, enough, by the way), shop, go out to dinner, see a movie.  Yes, I watch a lot of Hulu and Netflix, but it gives me great joy. I volunteer, I write, I think.

Would it make my life better if I added in the complications of a man?

Maybe. It would be nice to have someone to do the above with (minus work and therapy), but I also enjoy the solitude of a Sunday morning, in bed in my PJs, reading various news magazines online (it’s like reading the Sunday paper in the 21st century).

The truth is, I haven’t the foggiest idea what I want anymore!  All I know is that I’m 39 years old, single, and just going about my life.  I spend a lot of time surfing Tinder and OkCupid, so I’m not COMPLETELY dead inside, but maybe I just like looking at a pretty face.

I’m going to try to stop overanalyzing it (good luck with that) and let nature take its course.