spring, when a young man's fancy turns to...
being single. It's kind of odd, seeing as spring is generally associated with falling in love, as evidenced by all the trees coming on to me as I walk down the street, but as of about a week ago, I started becoming quite satisfied with being single. it's kind of odd, but I guess I just succeeded in making a conscious decision to allow the overall satisfaction level of the rest of my life be the deciding factor in my general level of satisfaction. It's nice.
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The last time I proclaimed my love and security in being single I fell so hard for someone I'm still brushing up the pieces!!!
It's like waving a bright red claok at a bull....
*grin*