As I lay in my bed I find myself wishing I had someone to call and talk to. 

It’s been a little while since I’ve been in a romantic relationship and truth is I have been enjoying being single. However, I’d be lying if I didn’t miss loving someone. 

Even though I haven’t indulged to much while abroad I have been trying to date while home. 

Dating in NYC is hard when you live there normally but when you are only there every other week or a few days a month and people/men are a little flaky it’s hard.

For example, I met a cute guy on the train last week. We, in a way, exchanged numbers, texted for two days and now I haven’t heard from him. 

I’m not one to give up, both on the guy or on my dating life but being an international  flight attendant sure can get lonely. 

Thankfully I love me myself and I but I sure wouldn’t mind some company every now and then. Someone to tell my secrets too would be a delight and a pleasure. 

Loneliness is consuming… but not crippling, yet.