It’s been an interesting two weeks hasn’t it boys and girls. New strains of COVID popping up, not enough people vaccinated, getting back to work, enjoying single life, an attempted coup and an all points bulletin for more violence ahead of the inauguration. And this is all before the end of the month. I’ve noticed something. I was motivated to reach out to my exes more as a check in as opposed to rekindling of things. Each conversation was brief and I said my peace and no one was upset. Now I’ve been contemplating dating again and it felt like I needed to let go of any ill will that I was holding to be healthy enough to find my new person. The problem is, even though I kind of have an idea of who that person is, I have no idea where to find him. More that likely he’s sitting at home right now as well. Maybe on the other side of the globe but he’s definitely not here. I have met single men here but they don’t have whatever that thing is that Mr. Wolf referred to as a thunderbolt. I don’t need a strike but I would like a spark of intrigue. Someone who makes me feel a little girlish again. I had a dream a few days ago about meeting him out and about and having a ridiculous adventure that ended up with us getting trapped in a rainstorm. I remember feeling safe and content as he pulled me tight against his chest and tried to protect me with his beat up leather jacket. Never saw his face and only vaguely remember his voice as something that was soothing. Ahh well, he’ll show up or he won’t right?