I seem to have reached a stage where I’m not raring to do anything rash or want anything else. I saw the ex with his new girlfriend, yesterday, yet another one. Everyone agreed that it was pointless making the effort to get to know her as he’ll probably have another one on his arm the next time we see him. Someone pointed out that they all seemed to resemble me in some way. Ah well, too bad the prototype has moved on.
I can’t be excited about any of the new messages I get from the dating websites any longer. There’s only so many hours in a week and I am careful with the time I have to spend on people who matter to me. If I make a date with anyone these days, it’s because I really would like to spend my evenings or weekends with them. There are so few worthy of my time now.