What I Learned When He Walked Away

He rejected me. He rejected me. The year started the way it usually does, with energy, plans, and a new side hustle I was genuinely excited about. On the personal side I am still single. Not because I am not trying. But yes:

S. I. N. G. L. E.

This Isn’t a Plea for a Boyfriend

Let me be clear. I am not lonely. I am not stressed about being single. I am not worried about my future without a partner. Do I want to meet someone? Absolutely. But I am not desperate for just anyone. I have done the work for years. I know myself. I understand my emotions. I trust who I am, inside and out. It took thirty nine years, but better late than never.

Why Rejection Still Stings

Growth requires patience, consistency, and honesty. So when I meet someone who feels aligned on that level it excites me. I show up fully, expecting them to recognize what I bring. My loving nature. My sense of fun. My independence. My curiosity. My stability. My spark. And then they walk away.

The Hit of Not Enough

It hurts. It makes me question myself. It makes me wonder how I can feel like too much and not enough at the same time. Friends try to soften it with the usual lines. They tell me he is an idiot for not seeing my value. They say it is his loss. Maybe that is true. But what we really want is simple. We want the person we chose to choose us back.

The Classic Excuses

Here are the lines I have heard more times than I care to count.
You are amazing, but I am not ready for a relationship.
I like dating but I cannot commit to one person.
I am not sure what I want right now.
My life is too busy.

Busy? So am I. The difference is that when I am genuinely interested I make time. It is really that simple.

The Disappointments That Shaped This Year

Friends who let me down in ways that cut deep. Men who only pretended to be grown. Good men who felt promising but could not offer any real depth. It all stung.

What I Choose Anyway

Here is what I will not do. I will not allow disappointment to harden me. I will not let rejection distort my spirit. I will not close myself off. I will not compare the next man to the last one. I will not allow hurt to turn into desperation.

Here is what I will keep doing. I will keep loving. I will keep giving. I will keep wishing. I will trust my intuition. I will believe in possibilities. I will continue writing my truth.

— B. (@sexinthe6ixblog)