The Lady Hooligan’s Page

I’m running solo. No, it’s not by choice. If I had my way, I’d be married by now, with at least 3 little rugrats to keep me on my toes. Being on my own is simply the way my life turned out, the consequence of choices made in the past.

Yes, it does get to me. I get extremely lonely and I’d love to have someone to talk to - to bounce ideas off… and dreams… and to set goals together… and work towards getting those goals done! Right now, all I feel is pain, especially when I look at other people who are coupled up.

Let’s be positive. It’ll change. I must just keep faith, both in myself and in the society that I live in. There must be someone out there who can be both my roots and my wings, my throttle and my brake. That’s all I want - a solid partner. He’s out there.

Amen

I’m lonely.

If it wasn’t for a soppy love story (Nights in Rodanthe, no less!) I would never have admitted it, not even to myself.

In an earlier blog, I defined a passion as something I would pay for. What I would kill for, however, is someone who accepts me for who I am, regardless, and is willing to spend the rest of our lives together. Someone who would be the father of my children, and help me raise them, and grow old together… Someone that I could share my hopes and dreams with, and my fears and pain…. Someone who would indulge my whims and temper my impulsiveness with good old common sense…. Someone for me to look up to, and respect, and love….

Who knows…..

Maybe one day