Weary like the Wolf

I'm single now.
Drove the nail in the coffin of my last relationship.
I've been out and been social, but somehow, the morass of meeting someone, the rigamarole of doing it all sober and stumbling into bed on sure feet just feels....so....alien.

I ask what I can bring to a relationship, and for once, it's a relatively healthy approach to my interactions with others.
On the other hand, it's an empty place, Spartan-like accommodations and a weariness of life.

It could be the string of hellacious weekends working and travelling and *********, or maybe I'm just tired of putting my life back in order with all this heavy lifting.

I grow tired of meetings. Tired of being broke. There's not enough sleep in the world and not enough warm days left as winter began to set in this morning, I felt it in the air when I woke up.

The pickings are over picked, the bunning up has taken place and I've been left out in the cold.

I'm tired.
I know that a good meal, a good fuck, and perhaps some quiet time or some coffee will do the trick, but as it is, I'm simply tired.

As I know that being congruent is important to game, I know then I must bring myself into congruence.

I don't currently wish to pick up a new girl and as such, I'm subconsciously broadcasting that.
It won't just fall in my lap but it simply has not been a priority as of late.