Oh yes, honey-

I think the trust function in my brain is burned out. And everytime I decide to buck the odds and let someone new into my life, I get f**ked over again and it's my own fault. The judgement function in my brain is seriously out of whack as well. If it ever existed.

I used to have friends, scads of them. But if you live with someone for twelve years who is determined to keep you isolated, friends eventually drift away.

My roommate asked me the other day if I'd like to go to a bar and get a drink and look at all the men, and I thought, Yeah, that's gonna happen. Never. I'll just bring my walker with me and it will drive the men crazy. (I don't really have a walker. Yet.)

The truth is, I don't mind my own company. I never get bored. One part of my brain (that still works) is always world building or running dialog. There is always something spinning in there. I love to read and make art and watch movies. And there's always the fun of PTSD to keep me busy.

So if I do get lonely, I'll just trot on over to the senior center and scope out all the handsome old guys. I really love long, silver hair. I think I have a Santa Clause fetish.

I really hope you find someone I.T. You're a hell of a nice guy. You never know what the universe might bring you.