There’s a sense of optimism in my life, possibly undeserved, and I cannot really explain it.

I have friends in my life, and I am very grateful for that. And even though there is nothing romantic likely to happen any time soon, still, I feel that I have allowed a small part of me to open up. And who knows, maybe that small part will, somehow, connect with other person’s small part. OK, so that sounded odd. But the gist of it is… I think I’m ready to give someone, that elusive ‘someone’, a chance. And that feels nice. After all those years of mistrust, it really feels nice.

Of course, maybe I’m just dazzled by all the shiny baubles around the fact I need some good sex in my life!! (Doesn’t even have to be that good.)