I’m spending way more time painting these days, but that wanderlust feeling is bugging me even worse than usual. Maybe wanting to get out of the city and go somewhere isn’t my problem at all. Maybe it’s not a place I’m looking for, but a person — maybe there’s someone out there for me, and that’s what I’m missing.

How do you find someone like that, though? I mean, you’ve got to start somewhere, but it seems so impossible.

There is this one girl in accounting who’s pretty cute, but I’m pretty sure she’s already seeing somebody, and I just can’t get the nerve up to ask. Every day I think about saying something while I’m on the way to work, and every day I decide not to when I walk through the door.

I could try hitting the bars with the guys, I guess, but I can’t seem to get into that scene. I tried one of those dating service things once, but I chickened out and gave up pretty much immediately.

Oh, well. Maybe I’ll run into the perfect woman out of nowhere, like in the movies. I think maybe the reason I want to go somewhere spectacular is this fantasy that when I get there the girl of my dreams will be there, waiting to run into me.

Yeah, right.