I was supposed to finally meet the guy from Indiana this past Saturday while he was in town, but then I came down with a cold and had to cancel. :( This was basically our one chance to meet, and I had hoped it would tell me one way or another if he was someone to continue considering. But maybe my 3-day illness was The Universe’s way of telling me/us “NO”—sorta like that time it gave me dengue to ensure I remained firm on my decision to break up with Goodtime Guy? With no future plans to be in the same time zone, it seems this storyline has come to an end. Le sigh!