Just Another Night On Call

I’m just another nurse on call, you know? Thirty-five and still single. I thought I’d have someone by now, but here I am, swiping left more than right. It’s like every time I find a spark, it fizzles out in the first few dates. Last night was no different. She seemed so genuine when we started talking, but as soon as we got back to my place, she froze up. I thought maybe I scared her off or something. But then she whispered that she’s not ready for anything beyond holding hands. It wasn’t a rejection, just another reminder of how far I’ve let things go. So now here I am, writing this in the middle of the night when all I want is to feel something real again.