George...

There is really no way to talk about this, without someone I know (maybe a few people) reading it and feeling sad...and that is not my intent at all. I am okay with it. It is what it is, and I know it won't always be this way.

I find sleeping in a Queen sized bed lonely when I sleep alone. I feel like a kid when I sleep in a twin bed, and let's face it, now that I've gone up to a Queen from a Double/Full...there's just no going back! (that, and a Queen deserves a Queen). I would prefer to have someone occupy the bed with me...but that's not happening, so, in the interim I wrap my arms around a body pillow every night and his name is George. I don't recall how he was bestowed with the name George, but if I'm sleeping with him every night he might as well have a name...makes it seem like less of a one night stand, no? He makes climbing into bed a little less lonely.

I am not lonely, per se. I have an amazing family and great friends, and it's not like I sit home alone every night and wish there were people in my life. I just wish there was someone I wanted to share my bed with me on a regular basis. Like I said, I'm not lonely...I am just longing for that person I want to spend more than one night and who wants to spend more than one night in my bed with me...and then George can retire to some island somewhere where the cabana boys wear tight little speedoes and bring him fruity drinks in festive glasses. He deserves that after having put up with me for so long...so, Mr Right (and I stress, not just Mr. Right Now) if you're out there reading this, please let me know...George needs to start planning for retirement!