Saturday morning.

I am sitting here in my living room alone with the lovely brunch I prepared for the guest I did not have last night.

Yes, that’s right. The British Guy went full wet blanket mode on me yesterday. He put that fire straight out. The flames of passion that once burned so bright have now been extinguished. Watch as it all turns to a smoldering pile of ash, right before our very eyes.

I do not want to read about the “male loneliness epidemic” anymore. I really don’t want to hear about it. These guys do it to themselves.

You know, it’s not even that hard for me to make these little romantic gestures. After all, I am the one trying to write a romance novel. Of course I like being romantic. So I just texted him a picture like, “Here’s what you missed out on. And yes, it does come with your very own terry cloth robe, towels, and set of slippers.”

Off they run!

I just don’t want to hear about it Anymore.

As if being canceled on was not bad enough, the couple in the room next door started having sex loudly. I wondered to myself, “Why me?”

I couldn’t listen to it anymore, so I got up and went to the rooftop for awhile to write. Definitely not feeling very inspired at the moment. We need to find a way to turn the heat up this floppy cold fish and marinate him in a much-needed Cajun-style spicy sauce.

Yeah, let’s see if I didn’t scare him away yet. You know, by ordering fancy pastries from the specialty place and preparing breakfast in bed. So scary!

Anyway, it’s fine. At least I have this nice loft to hang out and complain in. It’s expensive but worth it.

I rearranged the living room yesterday. I turned the kitchen table into my desk and the spare twin bed into a daybed for the living room. Then I turned the couch to separate the TV space from the desk space. There is also a separate space where the bed used to be that can be closed off, so I turned it into my yoga studio.

The closet in this apartment is much bigger. It also has full- length mirrors, which is nice. I spent time yesterday unpacking and hanging up all my clothes. I’m all moved-in now. I’m staying for the next month at least.

Okay, all settled in now. If only I could write… I need to find my inspiration again. Alas…