I am an enormous putz.

Ok, so I got an email. I now know her full name. I googled her. I found more pictures. She looks big. Big as in heavy. I am so incredibly shallow. She seems really nice. Admittedly, this could be an act (doesn't everybody put on an act when trying to meet someone?), but assuming she really is, that should be enough, right??? And it isn't like I am thin either, so what right do I have to judge?!?! But I do.....

Sigh. I give. I throw in the towel. I am better off alone anyway. No hassles. Nobody to answer to about anything but myself (and of course the ruler of my life, my dog). I am sure somewhere down the road I will regret this decision to be a loner, but right now it just seems like the best thing to do. Keep it simple stupid.

On I will go. Work, home, couch, bed, repeat.
The story of my life in a song:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death....

(Time - Pink Floyd)