The definition of a love anorexic is “someone who compulsively avoids giving or receiving social, sexual, or emotional nourishment.”

Yikes!  I might be love anorexic…I haven’t been on a date since last January – that’s a year ago.

I’m not sure where the time went, but between writing a new novel, taking up a Buddhist practice, and learning to eat Ayurvedic (I’m Vata) twelve months flew by.

Now I know what you’re thinking.  Samantha, your not love anorexic.  It’s only twelve months.

But I have no desire to fill out dating app profiles, join a gym, or hang out in bars – places where you might meet a guy or two.

The whole idea of dating right now just seems exhausting.  I’d much rather stay home and watch “Outlander,” “The Crown,” or the “Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” and call it a night.

Some would call that Love Anorexic.

But being in the, ahem, 45-55 age range if I don’t want to be alone the rest of my life I better get movin’.

Now I don’t know for sure if I compulsively avoid “giving or receiving social, sexual, or emotional nourishment” to/from men or if I just finally enjoy my own company.

But honestly the last date I went on was a disaster.  I got stung by bees.  I’m still recovering from the allergic reaction.

And maybe I don’t want men to know things about me.  Like, I like to wear anti-aging face creams and colorful flannel PJ’s to bed, or I like to stand over the kitchen sink and eat turkey gravy out of a bowl, (don’t judge me!) or I’d rather spend time with my two male cats then a male human.

Do I need therapy?  Hormones?  Another cat?

It’s all so confusing.  What do you think?

If you think this post is confusing, watch the date I went on a year ago below.

…would love you to comment below on that one!