single, seeking & sick of pain
If there’s one thing having fibromyalgia has taught me is that I have little patience for bullsh*t: other people’s and my own. Fibro has dragged my tolerance bar level down to such a low level that it might as well be considered no existent.
When you’re chronically ill, you can’t be all dillydallying with time or energy. It doesn’t work like that. You’ve got to conserve and you’ve got to plan. Which brings me to dating.
I’ve done all sorts of dating over the past 2 decades: blind dating, friend of a friend dating, online dating, club dating, beer goggles dating. You name it, I’ve done it. I’ve dated men and women, and even some folks who refuse to describe themselves as either. Whatev’s.
A few years back when I became ill I was in a serious, long-term relationship. Eventually that ended and I had to figure out life as…
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