Notice how I don't call it "rejection." I met an amazing, amazing friend who lives in Ontario. Yes, I'm an American. Please spare me the jokes. She's an incredible person and she's so nice toward me. She was my first choice. It feels weird to refer to a lady as "a choice." Anyway, she sees us being friends and she sees me as a good friend. She's too cool for me to call it "rejection."

The other lady lives in Philadelphia when I live near New York City. She met someone before "we matched" on a neurodivergent dating app, and it turned into something romantic. I knew that her lack of communication meant something, so I was upfront. It can be difficult to be upfront when you're initially attempting to foster such a relationship.

My best friend says half the battle is getting myself out there. My best friend is really liking who I've been becoming because I've been expressing my wants and needs. My best friend says that I have an easygoing side to me, which I just need to let out, and it's great.

Yeah, I can say some things under horrible stress. I don't mean any of those things. It's just that the stress consumes me. Sorry, but "dating Reddit" destroyed my mental health. I didn't understand the dating apps. I looked to Hinge. My goodness, so many New York City ladies with big ambitions on that app!

So, yeah, I'll try to hide the tears while going food shopping. I won't do a very good job of it. My lovesickness rages on... This is still really big for me, though! 🥹