I’m single. I’m free.  I should be out there, right?  Wrong.  I have some real logistical problems in getting out what with all those people I made (the kids).  But this post isn’t about that.  Even if I could get out of the house, I just tiptoe around dating.  Except for my Transitional Man, the only men I’ve dated since my marriage ended have been guys I’ve known since college.  I think about branching out.   I create online profiles but don’t pay.  I don’t have a lot of extra money right now, but it  isn’t really about that either.  I check out guys’ profiles and  get messages but I never respond.   Why?   Am I afraid of meeting a stranger — is it a safety issue?  Nah.  I don’t mind talking to strangers.   Truth is,  I can’t even get through the “What are you looking for?” questions online — let alone in person.    I  don’t know what  I’m  looking for.  I’m not looking for  anything.   I know I’m not looking for a husband.    I can’t take care of another living thing.  I can’t imagine being anybody’s girlfriend.  I could go on a date, though, if I had time.   But in the meantime . . .  I guess I need to be single, free for a bit.    Doesn’t hurt to look, though . .  heh heh heh.