Looking at the calendar and seeing Valentines Day coming up. Here I am. Mid 40's.  Single.  Not having the greatest luck in the dating world.  I give up and then try again five minutes later. And my girlfriends...God bless 'em...sit and listen to me vent and stew and try to work it out over dinner and drinks.  So...five minutes ago I was single and not trying and swearing off men forever.  Then a cute guy strikes up a conversation with me and I'm full of hope again. 

Me:  Let's meet...

Him:  Okay, sounds fun...

Hope springs eternal! 

That was Friday, and he's still talking to me and it's Monday.  So far...so good. 

I was so close to spending Valentines Day wrapped up in a blanket on my couch, in my jammies.  Now, in my head I know it's better to be alone than to be with the wrong guy. In my heart I keep thinking...Where is he dangit? 

So to all the bad dates, the x's, the guys things didn't work out with for whatever reason.  Thank you.  Thank you for helping me learn what works for me and what doesn't.  For giving me the strength to keep pushing on when there were times I really was ready to settle.  Thanks for opening the door to something new and (hopefully) better. 

Whether Cupid chooses to smile on me this Valentines Day or not...I got this!