After leaving Sacramento, I caught up with Tony (Firedude) and Doyle again in Morro Bay. While there was certainly attraction and great affection between Doyle and I and we talked about traveling together, I learned that I'm just not ready to throw myself into another relationship - I really doubt that I ever will be. It may seem strange to most other people, but I've learned that I really prefer to travel alone. It may be that I haven't learned how to be in love and please my loved one without feeling like I have to give up too much of what is inherently me in the process. Maybe I'm just too danged selfish and set in my ways. I get up when I want to, eat when and what I want to, leave when I want to, come home when I want to, listen to just the music I like, watch all the TV shows and "chick flicks" I want to. I can sing off key at the top of my lungs with the radio and not feel self conscious. By myself, I get to go exactly where I want without worrying if he's gonna get bored and start flashing those "get me outta here" looks. If I want to browse around the little shops in town, I can go in and out to my heart's content and not get the impatient sighs I sometimes hear from hubbies waiting for their wives tapping their feet at the door. When I feel like it, I can stay at home all day in my jammies, puttering around, playing on the computer and never get bored.

I'm always asked about getting lonely, but that just doesn't happen very often to me. If I feel the need for company, there are always people to talk to at the campground. If I meet someone with similar interests and we want to spend the day together sharing them, that's great. Then I can come home, have my alone time and go through the pictures of a great day - the best of both worlds.