Desperately seeking Eric

In all the years of meeting so many men.... men of all ages, sizes and backgrounds, nationalities, for the first time, I feel a strong desire to meet someone closer to my image. Someone spunkly, intelligent and around my age. Good manners is a big plus. But I'm married to my work. I can't do routine anymore. Being single is becoming really tired.

But no, I'm not getting desperate. In fact, I'm kind of holding out. Holding out for what? I don't know. It's not like I have a horde of men banging down my door. Not even one. Not a single one. At the moment, it's kinda mechanical. Feels kinda empty.

If even the ugly ones can find someone they like and like them back, then I prolly will meet someone eventually. Someone around my age, spunky and intelligent. I can say i'm the problem, I can say i'm the centrifugal force all along but I won't. Because I am not.

I'm great, spunky and intelligent. If I deserve me, the others must be missing out.