So I was supposed to be San Francisco tonight.
Walking around, taking pictures of the bridge at sunset. Driving up the coast to Big Sur and watching the waves rolling in.
Meeting my future husband.
Instead I am sitting home alone with no communication. I know it was my decision not to come, but I wasn’t left with much of a decision.
I know I will be in San Francisco soon. It’s calling me. On TV, Tumbler, every magazine I open. San Fran and Cuba are calling me.
I’m just not sure under what circumstance it will be. I am still hoping for the best.
I truly am.
Fuck it, I’m going to scare cats and practice violin.
About me
This is a blog of my life dating. It's funny, but not really.
I guess I've been lucky to always have had "someone". There's also been a lot of good ones, a few bad ones & sometimes I thought it was "the one", but more often I find myself frustrated and alone.
I don't claim to be perfect, but this is some of what I have I have to deal with.
Fucking Awesome.
