Dark Chocolate and Poker Chips

Two years ago, I couldn’t have imagined writing a post like this. I spent as much time as a lone wolf as possible. I planned to spend my life without a husband or even a big team. I prepared myself to live in comparative isolation and extreme conditions in the far north. Yes, I mean that completely seriously. I at least liked people; that was an improvement over high school. But the thought of spending my life in close relationship with people did not appeal to me.