Pondering

Saturday nights are really the worst.  There’s no need to go to bed early because the coffee house is closed Sundays.  The neighborhood it is in doesn’t have much use for coffee and croissants on Sundays.  It’s the night I should be out on a date, but the weeks race by so fast I never have time for planning or meeting anyone.  1

Every so often a nice lady will come into the shop and make overtures, but I am so thick that one of the kids working for me has to point it out.  By then she has left and may or may not ever return.  2

There is one woman I’ve dated several times, but there’s no spark.  We continue going out simply because there are occasions when two is better than one.  3

Tonight I sit, pondering over a tin of sardines, a sleeve of saltines and a Rolling Rock that has lost its icy crispness.  Is my life pathetic, or just the love department?  Thirty-two is not old, I am sure there is someone out there for me.4

Surfing the web I happen across E-Harmony.com and pause for just a moment, nah I am not that desperate, yet.5