Musing On Relationship Prospects
Joe's Coffee. I seem to be back to my normal self. Whatever the funk was that I was in earlier this week seems to have run its course and I am back to being cautiously optimistic about things while I set my plans for the future in motion. Good things are ahead.
I do wish I could find an intimate companion that is a bit more consistent than the handful of random encounters I have had since Kitten and I split up but not super intense and entwiney like what all the women who actually seem interested in an ongoing involvement. I do hope to get married again someday, but for fuck's sake I have no interest in women trying to lock me down before my divorce is even finalized. But all I seem to find are those extremes...either I'm just the most convenient toy at the time or they want me to take on a much greater responsibility and commitment than I am ready for.
There are only three women in Atlanta that I know well enough that I would even consider a serious relationship with. One has been incommunicado for months. One is avoiding serious relationships too. The last is in a very strange place right now.
Oh well, all in good time. It isn't like there aren't prospects and my low tolerance for poor communication is pretty quick to disqualify most. The first sign that what a woman says is different than what she means gets her friend-zoned. Maybe I am being too harsh, but I really don't feel like playing any games. Maybe I shouldn't expect so much from a casual but meaningful companion, but at least I can offer the same absence of bullshit I'm hoping for.
I do wish I could find an intimate companion that is a bit more consistent than the handful of random encounters I have had since Kitten and I split up but not super intense and entwiney like what all the women who actually seem interested in an ongoing involvement. I do hope to get married again someday, but for fuck's sake I have no interest in women trying to lock me down before my divorce is even finalized. But all I seem to find are those extremes...either I'm just the most convenient toy at the time or they want me to take on a much greater responsibility and commitment than I am ready for.
There are only three women in Atlanta that I know well enough that I would even consider a serious relationship with. One has been incommunicado for months. One is avoiding serious relationships too. The last is in a very strange place right now.
Oh well, all in good time. It isn't like there aren't prospects and my low tolerance for poor communication is pretty quick to disqualify most. The first sign that what a woman says is different than what she means gets her friend-zoned. Maybe I am being too harsh, but I really don't feel like playing any games. Maybe I shouldn't expect so much from a casual but meaningful companion, but at least I can offer the same absence of bullshit I'm hoping for.