I don’t want to blog anymore.  So I’m not.

ETA: A little more info:

I feel like I spend my whole life at home, working on solitary pursuits. I knit, sew, do crafts, and then share them online, anonymously, with people I’ve never met.  I hang out with my dog, I read, I watch TV.  And pretend that it’s a life.

Every once in a while, I’ll get together with a friend, maybe once a month or so.  The other 30 days of the month?  By myself.

So, I met this guy.  Randomly, I still had an active profile on Match.com.  I hadn’t checked it in months, and then I get an email out of the blue.  The guy seems decent, so I write back.  We exchange a few messages, we meet.  There’s chemistry.  We have a really fun first date.  And a second, and a third.  And then…

I guess it’s just fizzled out.  Or not.  Who knows?  I hardly know the guy, I’m not going to push anything that’s not happening naturally.  If he calls again, I’ll probably see him, we have fun together.  If not, that’s fine.

But, actually having 3 fun dates last week got me thinking.  Damn.  I miss having an actual life.  I miss having friends, going out, meeting people, having first kisses, all that.  Some day, if I meet a guy who actually GETS me, I may even want to let someone else share my life with me.  For a while, or forever.

But none of that is going to happen sitting at home, alone but for the dog.  I can write all about it, make plans, analyze, ruminate, think, think, think.  But none of that will change anything.  I need to get out and DO.

I’m still thinking about what that actually means (there I go thinking again - that’s what gets me in trouble).  I may come back online in another format, but not for a while, and not the way that it’s been before.