Wants to make out sometimes too. Like the kids huddled at the bus stop. Wants to kiss and tell. Wants to feel seen. Wants to flirt with the UPS driver. The barista. Wants to love ‘em and leave ‘em. Sometimes. Too.
Then I think, do I have the stomach for ALL that? If I go there can I handle that angst of burning desire? The utter distraction of it all? Waiting, texting and the sudden onset of an insecurity that has been quiet for some time. Years!!
Or would it be different? Would I be different? Now. How would I be? In a “thing”?
Spinster Life 