Thursday Night Detritus

I miss being in love. There, I said it. It's one of those things that young, independent, single women like myself aren't supposed to say, or even think. But there it is.

I stood at the bar tonight & listened to a very dear friend recount the "talk" that she & her now boyfriend (as a result of that talk) had yesterday. I was so happy for her, but the story lit a spark that fanned a flame that is now consuming me (all for the want of a horseshoe nail, right?).

What I have is this:

• a nice guy who thinks I'm "awesome," but can't commit to more than casual dating 
• a great guy who I've treated casually for a few months now. Now, however, I think I really like him & can't figure out how to communicate that. 

That's all. What I have isn't bad, but it's not much.

And I want more. I know it's silly to pine for love & "it will happen when you least expect it." That's all well & good, but what do you do when you're staring out at the lights along the river & wishing fervently that you had someone special with whom to share it?