I'm comfortable with my physical appearance for the most part. I've settled into the shape I'll likely stay unless I let myself go, which is fairly aesthetically appealing. I'm past the part of my life where I need to show cleavage or wear a short skirt to feel sexy. And I'm even getting used to being the friend who holds your beer while you go play darts with the guy who is hitting on you. Bars are decidedly not my thing, at least not the bars in this town. Perhaps I'm harsh in my judgements, but I can't say I've ever met anyone in a bar that became important to me. The sort of people I'm attracted to, or at least, who are attracted to me, won't meet me in a bar.

Having been reminded I'm still capable of that deeper intellectual and emotional connection with people has made it so I can't bring myself to spend time on someone I don't have that with. You're out there somewhere, I know it.

I can wait.