I am my own best company. That may be a curse. I am alone but not lonely. Almost invariably, the men I find attractive become close friends and we both prefer to treasure the friendship rather than risk a short term affair. My therapist thought that this was a coping mechanism I use to stay safe. Maybe. Can't say that the men, read lovers, in my life have ever inspired confidence.

But then I am back on Naemanson's turf. Why be attracted to people who can only hurt us? The theory is that we are trying to re-live an earlier disfunctional relationship (a unresponsive mother or father) and get it right this time. The fallacy - the new unresponsive lover is no more capable of love as we define it than was our parent, ex, whatever.

I have taken it to a new level by filling my life with cats - selfish, self centered, break the china, pee on the beds cats. Not that I ever had a lover who deliberately peed on the beds, just on my parades.