I survived a 16-hour day yesterday with only a brief respite for some much-needed gym time. I fell on my bed wanting companionship and connection. I called the guy. He told me about his day at work and LED components. He said he played a good game of soccer. He talked about his tax appointment – and slammed his soon-to-be-ex-wife for not doing the taxes. I’m not sure there’s been a conversation we’ve had where she hasn’t come up. He talked about his kids. And then…we were done. It left me wanting more – wanting to talk with someone else…about ideas and dreams and things of substance. I’m not complaining that he dominated the conversation – I was exhausted and couldn’t form a coherent sentence anyway. I just wanted MORE; it left me unfulfilled and seeking it from someone else – and that’s not a good place to be.