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.
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!