Unlucky in love? Nah, It’s more like cursed for all eternity by opening a tomb protected by ancient incantations and blood sacrifices. It’s like a black cat crossed my path as I was walking under a ladder smashing mirrors and spilling salt everywhere. I seem to have an uncanny ability to meet people that bring out the worst in me.

Or maybe I bring out the worst in them? Either way it’s exhausting, and I get less willing to do it all again each time. I’m also increasingly content with my own company most of the time, a good book is always better than a bad date. Perhaps I just ran out of romance at some point? My hopeless romantic heart took a hell of beating over the years, and I’m not sure it’s working anymore.

There is a chance I’m just tired and grumpy, but it’s been a while now and you do start to think this is who I am now. The hopeless romantic is now just hopeless, his romance tempered by time into something more practical, but also not able to accept settling just to avoid being alone. Humans are complicated and annoying most of time, I’d drop 20 IQ points gladly to be less aware of the complications.

Maybe I should just get a puppy…