A problem is that I don’t surround myself with enough people to tip above the critical mass where finding companions, partners, friends, comrades, lovers, is an imminent probability. I’m living as though I have a cabin in the middle of 200 acres of prairie, and I only go in to town to visit the general store to pick up my supplies before retreating to my cabin to wonder where all the people are.
Work. Cafe. Home.
There is more to the story than what is in the text.