I woke up early to attend a class. I was signed up for it. I had nothing else to do and I love learning new things, so I decided to go. I was surprised to find that there were a number of younger people there. I was the only female. There was one really good-looking guy there. I thought he was a bit young for me, but he had longish dirty blond hair, high cheekbones, and surprisingly brown eyes. There were a number of other nice guys there of varying ages. I was surprised when they split us up in two groups that all of the guys near my age (there were three of them) were in the other group. I ended up with all grey haired guys.
On my way home, I went food shopping and worked on making food for the upcoming week. I went to bed later than I should have. I also drank the last bottle of alcohol in my fridge. I was surprised at how it had affected me. Again, I asked for companionship. I wanted local friends. Or a boyfriend. Or both. I felt lonely and alone. It wasn’t the kind of alone that I often feel nowadays where I sing and dance and act silly. It was the kind of alone that doesn’t like it. I asked God, the Universe, or anyone out there for friends. I put myself to bed not long afterwards.