Being single sucks. While I don’t wish to define myself based off of who I share my time with. I simply don’t like being alone. You see, I moved from my home town in Michigan to here in Virginia to take a job at Gateway in 1999. Though it was motivated heavily by the fact that I had started a relationship with someone I knew here as well. A few months later, we got married. However, I made one major mistake during the past 13 years. It was that I came home to the wife and kids every night. I was content with it. Though, I never made any friends in the area by doing so.
This also makes doing things that I love to do, no fun at all. I’d so much rather share doing the things I love with someone. Even if just a friend. Though most of the things I love doing, generally are much better when it’s romantically shared on some level or other.
I’m a huge movie buff. While I do enjoy sitting down and snuggling up on the couch to watch a favorite flick. I tend to enjoy going out to the movie theater. I love the atmosphere, the smell of the popcorn and sometimes the reaction of the other goers when something exciting or scary happens. I especially love to hold someone’s hand, or depending on the theater, give them a leg or even a foot massage under the table (love me the Movie Tavern setup for being able to do that).
I don’t even let it bother me that going out for a movie is rather expensive. To me, it’s worth it. This past summer I’ve skipped watching anything new just because I have no one to go with. Sadly, my job puts me in a position where I have no real interaction with people except over the phone. The company I work for is very small. The only pseudo friend I had there, has moved on. All my other friends live in different parts of the world (Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Kansas, Ohio, New York, England and so on). So they can’t go either.
Starting over, just sucks.