This week I’m feeling it — the moon, the exhaustion, the loneliness… all of it. In this episode I’m talking about the difference between being alone and feeling alone with someone, and why the second one might actually be worse. I miss J-Man, and not reaching out is harder than I’d like to admit. But I also know going back just because you’re lonely isn’t the answer.

Then a simple text conversation with a potential date takes a sharp turn into what might officially be my first menopause rage spiral — complete with a political question, a canceled drink, and a few texts I maybe (definitely) overthought.

It’s an honest, slightly unhinged reflection on loneliness, standards, and why midlife might be the exact moment when your tolerance for bullshit finally hits zero. Plus, Duolingo keeps teaching me how to say “my husband is lazy,” which feels… oddly specific for someone who is very much single.