Love, Is The Question

I've spoken about a number of blogs that I've been reading lately and it's nice that the majority of blog owners are in relationships and share quite a bit about their lives together.  I always wonder what it would feel like if I were writing posts about my life with a partner, since so far, I haven't seriously dated anyone in the two years I've been writing this.  I've had the beginnings of a few relationships, but it seems that by the time that I feel good about posting about it, they are over.  This was especially true about the last go-round with Jesse, as my friends would have lynched me at dawn had they known straight off.

I realize that the world has changed and people have too.  I have as well... once the serial relationship person in the past, I have given way to an older version of me that enjoys my solitude and doesn't need much from anyone.  I guess that makes me pathetic, sort of... but I really don't think of it that way.  If someone came along and our worlds meshed, I wouldn't be opposed... but I am much more set in my ways, less willing to compromise as I did in the past and have different priorities.  I don't think there's anything wrong with that.  I've thought of different situations where I might get the bits and pieces that I need, but it's usually not worth all that goes with it.  There's no such thing as no strings attached.  Besides, I get whatever side of the bed that I want every night... I don't have to flush the toilet after someone else doesn't... and I don't have to watch someone else's progrums.

So, on this Valentine's Day eve, I send my best to those who have been lucky enough to find love... enjoy it... you could be sitting here with me making jam, watching reruns of Barney Miller and being referred to as 'crazy cat lady' by the neighborhood kids.