Apparently I have no problem sitting at home weekend after weekend and doing nothing during the week except hop on the treadmill a few times.
I'll go out on the weekends, get some coffee or something, try to fool myself into thinking I have places to go. I have no problem meeting people. I have no problem talking to people. But no phone numbers are ever exchanged. And I like it that way. It's like those people exist only for that night to entertain me over my tea. And then they disappear.
And I am okay with it.