Maybe one too many glasses of wine, with my other single mama gf - leaves me thoughtful about a companionship with the opposite sex: do I need it? No. Do I want it? I suppose I do, sometimes more so than others… But where is the navigation chart for a gal in my situation? Do I present myself as a ‘package deal’ (that doesn’t seem right…)? Do I suffer the consequence of putting myself in this status? I have so many roles to play, does the role of me, with my lady bits, get ignored indefinitely? Hmmm. Neither of us could come up with any answers… I’ll leave it up to the vacuum of the interwebs for now (I won’t hold my breath.)… ;)








