I'll admit it, I do feel my loneliest when there's snow on the ground and no place to go.
These are the days I miss having someone to shared my bed. And I think I know why...because this is really the first time that's been missing. Winter seems to be the season that I attract love most. That sounds strange, but if a relationship is going to start up for me, it's usually during the holiday season. Actually, the longest relationship I ever had officially started in spring, but even that one's main flirtations began just before Christmas.
Last year was the sociopath [and no, that's not an
exaggerated description] who literally came over to spend Christmas evening with me after only two dates.
This year's different. Quieter. Don't get me wrong, as seen in my last entry I actually enjoy it most of the time. But some days I find myself feeling the need to create something out of nothing just to have someone warm to wrap up with on a cold, snowy weekend.
That's all.
