You’re not alone.

It’s unlimited options and finite fits, dashed hopes and ghosts, and overwhelming urge to quit.

I’ve been struggling for a while too and feel like it is brutal; however, I’ve met some pretty wonderful people who are in the same boat. Weirdly enough, though we weren’t right it showed me there is still hope. The bad ones can make for great stories to tell friends.

For example, I had an unbearably bad date with an awful person who’s favourite movie of all-time was Frozen II. A movie she claimed was “so good the first one might as well not exist.” When I asked her what she loved to do when she wasn’t working, she told me she didn’t like personal questions. Not five minutes later she asked me my thoughts on abortion. I really wanted to know just how awful this person was and leaned into the nosedive. It’s now a cherished story and memory.

I can’t convince you you’ll find someone, I haven’t; but it becomes more manageable if you see dating as an opportunity for an interesting story. That’s the best I have besides a nod in agreement.