Pause.

I'm waiting for someone the drop their umbrella and jump puddles with me. There has been an amazing amount of opportunities as of late, none of them made good. I'm getting sick of the no longer societal, but a biological need to find a mate. At the same time I feel fine with out a specific connections. Everything I have always wanted, I found, just here and there in every hookup. I love the way he leaves me here, waking me slowly; I love the way he holds my hand without suffocating me. There is no way for me to accelerate this search for the one who holds all these qualities. I just now have the bravery that when some guy says, " well if we do it, I'll see if you I like you then," to respond, "lets see if you like it when I walk away."