Circles

Feel like I've gone all the way around this. Sometime - no, exactly when I received a message that said, "Wanna fuck?" I realised that Finn couldn't possibly want more than what this is. Which I'm half okay with. I'm okay because I know what's wrong with him (immaturity, mostly) and as fun as he is I know I'd be settling. I'm not okay because especially in an empty town like this one becomes in summer I need to surround myself with people who care about me, not just who I care about. That's way too much energy to expend if I'm not reciprocated. So I'm back to the interwebs, carefully stroking my online dating profile back to life and am cautiously hopeful. There's a guy, J, who's 32 and seems to have interests that are tangential to mine, and he's literate and that's lovely. So older, but he's at least done something with that time, and I suppose we'll just have to see. I never would have considered pursuing someone so much older than me, but we'll find out. I guess I'm just not picky about those things. Gotta keep my options open, I guess.

Oh, and I'm attracted to tallish girls with curly dark hair and wide smiles. I'm less surprised by this than I probably should be. I don't think me and a woman would really work long-term, but I can see fevered groping in a closet, and that's something.