Well, it's starting to look like the rose cupboard is going to be bare this year. Allowing for the last minute delivery, which seems very remote from this standpoint, I will just have to wait until a fresh blooming of love in the future. That love that I alluded to briefly in my last post.

One might think that after a number of relationships and one marriage, I should have tired of the whole process of falling in love. But no, I find that, with over 12 months having passed since the end of my marriage, I am very open to whatever might be. By which, I don't mean just anything for the sake of it. Rather, something desirable, mutual and enduring.

I am not really comfortable on the dating scene (whatever that is), though I've had a couple of dates recently. In the past I have been accustomed to relationships falling from the sky. And the proverbial tap on the shoulder. That's made it all too easy for me. Maybe I have to face the chasm of rejection and know that I can bounce back. There is no joy without some attendant risk.