After I returned from the US I felt like a failure. There was just a big hole in my life where work used to be. I remember watching a movie in the middle of the day thinking: ‘I should be at work’. Memories of hotel rooms in Shanghai and sky bars in Las Vegas. ‘Customer Experience Associate Manager’? I thought I was just explaining to people how to use their iPad.
I was lonely during those beautiful summer nights, wanting to go to the beach, but no one to go with. I tried to fill the void by hanging out with strangers, realizing even more how hollow and empty my life was. My friends used to be my family, but were they really my friends? These new people I met seemed to like me for who I was, not for the education I had, the company I worked for, or the club I was a member of.
What I wanted was love. But no one impressed, entertained or interested me. Many guys showed me their interest over the past few years, but none of them seemed to be up to par. I don’t care about what you look like, or what car you drive. But I need a man that is spiritually and emotionally my equal. I know that’s a lot to ask, but I am willing to wait.
The Surf of Life 