Summer will be over in a week. My birthday is in 2 days. Ron is becoming a memory. It's as I suspected all along. I am better off without him even though I miss being loved and feeling secure. I believed that no one else would ever put up with his shit. But I did so why not someone else? I'm starting to really like the house and the way its shaping up. I've asked Rick to be my room mate. I think we could co-exist well. It seems the men I like leave me and the men that like me I don't even want to kiss. I must be sending off desperate "vibes" or something. But I'm begining to believe that there may be someone out there for me.