tangled up in blue

the cute guy reading his bible on the train this morning was married.

never heard from the blind date again after our email on monday.

The Boy changed his facebook profile picture to a sweet one of him and his adorable grinning girlfriend.

the Epic Ex fiance arrives in town any day now.

i keep looking for The Fling every time i'm near his neighborhood, at a sporting event, or anything obama-related.

i feel the strangle of desperation creep up to my neck, and i don't like it. i'm getting that suspicious feeling that i am going to be left behind. like when the train pulls away as you're running to catch it and you can see all the calm smiling faces of the love birds cooing to each other inside. bleh. i hate that feeling.

there was a short article in the free newspaper yesterday about how this weekend essentially marks the end of any chance we singletons have of finding a match up before the holidays. the author urged us to take advantage of the election-induced adreneline rush of any unattached democrats we see around us, or to console attractive republicans with a shoulder and a beer.

he noted that the 'good catches' of both genders who paired off during the summer would certainly hold on to their romance through the holidays, thus reducing the available singletons to generally less-likable people. and with the onset of chicago winter staring us down, everyone is less likely to get out to meet-friendly places until spring. i don't like where that leaves me, frankly, but i will try not to dwell on his gloomy romantic forecast.

i will try not to dwell. yes.

i will try to believe. BELIEVE it's gonna be good. it seems like i'm clutching at that again, though, when i should be smiling at it with my hands open.

sigh.