The Friday Night Lonelys

It's Friday night. I'm sitting here with my laptop. A glass of wine at my side, a delicious healthy dinner already enjoyed - chicken and a fresh salad I made just for me.

By all accounts, this should feel good. Peaceful. Accomplished. Independent.

And yet, it's lonely.

Not the "I need girlfriends" lonely. Because I've got girlfriends, and they are wonderful. This is a different ache - the kind that only comes from craving the company of a man. The warmth, the connection, the cuddle, the chemistry, the energy that balances and complements my own.

Tonight, the "Friday Night Lonelys" are alive and well. I came home to an empty house that earlier I had been excited to have to myself. But cooking for one, pouring my own glass of wine (again), and settling into a quiet night feels heavier than I'd like to admit.

I remind myself: I am strong. I am capable. I am funny, smart, and, yes, I think I'm kind of cute too. And still, love has not quite landed where I'd hoped it would by now.

So tonight, I'm letting myself sit with the feelings. Not push them away. Not cover them up. Just acknowledge that loneliness is real and that many of us feel it. Especially on nights like these.

But here's my encouragement: loneliness does not mean lack. It doesn't mean unworthy. It doesn't mean forever. It's simply a moment in time. And even in this moment, I can raise my glass and toast to myself - for keeping on, for dreaming still, for believing that life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it.

To anyone else with the Friday Night Lonelys: you're not alone. And one day, that glass of wine will be shared with the man who shows up, stays, and cherishes you for exactly who you are.

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