It's all good

I had a new thought -- it occurred to me a few days ago, and has stuck with me. It is ... I like being single. Wow. I like being single. I haven't been single for more than a few months since I was in college. Maybe even high school. I have long thought of myself as "good at" relationships, and afraid of being alone. But in some ways, it isn't half bad. I like deciding for myself what to do. I have enough going on that I am rarely short of activity. I would like more (read some) sex, and I would like more adult affection (although kid affection is abundant and wonderful and there is nothing else like it). But all in all, I'm enjoying this aspect of my current life. I have a weekend coming up and many of my friends appear to be out of town or otherwise engaged, and that's ok. House guests are coming tomorrow evening, so I need to clean the house and change a lot of sheets. I will see my daughters at their soccer game tomorrow. I will meet my house guests at an art opening, and send them on their way on Sunday in time to meet a friend for coffee and maybe a soak in a hot tub. If there is more Giants-Phillies baseball, I will watch because even though I rarely watch televised games, this has been a terrific series and my old Philadelphia pals are duking it out with my newer SF pals, in figurative terms, mostly on Facebook. And while I am enjoying being single, I am beginning to think I could date, and that it could be fun without having to lead somewhere, or be deeply meaningful, or really anything other than fun and possibly revealing of what it is that I am seeking. Until I try, I won't find out.