I don’t think I’ll look for love again.
maybe I’ll seek out a dark alley with opioid addicts, hoping for a victim from a foreign town whose absence won’t be noticed for a week or more.
or perhaps I’ll take out an ad in the classifieds, if they still have those. I’ll list all of my most valuable things. With my address and a map, and then publish my alarm code, safe word and leave the key under the mat with a note on the door inviting anyone in to take my things.
or maybe I’ll stop using a seatbelt. Smoke a pack a day. Make sure to have bacon with every meal. Drink and drive all day long. Stop voting. Invest in bitcoin alternatives and buy puts on pennzoil. Bet on the name of the horse that’ll win the triple crown in four years.
At least I’m not stupid enough to seek love again.