Lunar Obverse

My friend Athena has been having some actual, successful dates lately, and part of it, I think, is that she’s realizing how hard it must be to actually date her, combined with finally finding men who are OK with that. I’m glad she’s having fun, and I’m glad that she’s having fun with someone who seems to “get” her, because she’s awesome.
What particularly catches my eye is this part, near the end:

Which has led to an even more comfortable sense of being alone and comfortable in my own skin with my independence. I’m happy. Not just content, but happy. Which makes a dude’s job even harder, because he’s going to have to be fucking awesome to make me want to risk my happiness and forward momentum to take an adventure with him. Ya know? Nothing less than spectacular is going to make me want to risk faltering my stride or else he’s going to have to be good at matching my pace until I’m sufficiently won over.

Ten years ago I had few friends, stayed home nearly all the time, and felt lonely and needy. Then I started building the life I wanted, started including friends in my life who cared about me and were willing to support me and tell me when I was off-base, began pursuing interests that fill up my available time as I see fit, and began making more and more connections to my city and my social circles.
And now I have to wonder if I even have room in my life for a romantic partner? They’d have to be OK with doing the stuff I have found that I like doing - ideally they’d be doing them right alongside me. And I fear that it would be easier if they liked doing that stuff, too, because I’m not so sure I have the energy to add much more to my social life. Maybe… maybe, if they were super-awesome, patient at explaining and including, and it didn’t deduct from the time I like to spend doing my stuff.
Finding someone like that is going to be difficult. It would be worth it, though. But I’m not really looking anymore, because I’m having so much fun already.