The days are growing shorter.
The nights are longer and colder.
Hibernation on the couch with a snuggie is only so gratifying.
After a while, it gets lonely.
Everyone keeps saying that you’ll meet someone when you least expect it.
But really, who are these people who go around expecting romance?
No one I know goes out thinking, ‘it should be a nice sunny day today; later this afternoon I’ll meet the love of my life.’
If this has worked for you, please let me know because I’m genuinely curious.
But for me, I’m always least expecting it.
And it’s getting tiring.