u/Dazzling-Pop-1292

So. I have a safety specialist interview with three steak holders of a company. And I (female) have no clue what on gods green earth to wear. Please help.

31F here, heading to bed soon and would love a soft, easy conversation with someone kind.

I’m a pretty soft-hearted, friendly person and usually click best with people who can carry a genuine, relaxed chat. I love reading, photography, hiking, and gaming, so if any of that overlaps, even better. Bonus points for a different accent because I think they’re adorable, but definitely not required.

Mostly just looking for a little company tonight. Nothing intense, just warm conversation before sleep.

If that sounds like your kind of vibe, feel free to message me. .

Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m not meant to find my people.

I work too much, I’m constantly drained, and I hate my job. By the time I have any energy left, I barely feel like a person anymore. I just feel stuck and alone.

I keep wanting connection, real friendship, real comfort, people who actually get me, but it feels like I can never find it. And the more I go through this, the more I just want to stop trying.

I know that sounds dramatic, but I’m just heartbroken and tired.

I wrote this awhile back. While I was hurting. In pain. Just want to find the love I crave.

To the one who finds me,

I don’t know where you are yet — maybe you’re walking along a cobblestone street somewhere, maybe you’re watching the same sky I am — but I feel you.

Not in a desperate way, but in a quiet pull, like the tide knows exactly where it’s meant to return.

There’s a part of me that aches for you — not because I’m incomplete without you, but because I know I’m meant to be seen by someone who understands the language my soul speaks. Someone who doesn’t just reach for me, but chooses me, again and again, even in silence.

I’ve learned what love isn’t.

It isn’t fear dressed as protection.

It isn’t shrinking to fit someone else’s comfort.

It isn’t confusion or guilt or walking on eggshells.

Love is soft.

Love steadies the storm instead of becoming it.

When you find me, I won’t need to prove my worth, you’ll see it already written in my laugh, my hands, the way I look at the world through my camera lens.

And when I look at you, I’ll see peace.

Not perfection, just someone real enough to stay.

I don’t need grand gestures. Just presence. A quiet hand on mine that says, you’re safe here.

I want us to build something slow and honest. To talk in the glow of streetlights, to walk through Scotland winds or small-town nights, to dream without fear of waking up alone.

Until then, I’ll keep learning to love myself the way I hope you will love me, without conditions, without apology.

Because by the time you arrive, I want to recognize myself as worthy, not waiting.

So take your time.

I’ll be here; becoming someone ready for the love that finally feels like home.

So. Came home. Flowers on my door step. No idea who the person is who sent them. Called the local flower shop. They new that it came from an online company. Now. Im sitting here. Freaked out..

This. Sucks. Im heart broke. Living alone. Not having anyone to just.. to be here. Yeah. This is the loneliness I have been. Most depressed I have been. I have no one. To come home to. To.. just.. talk. Some points. I think about. Tossing my phone. Who'd come looking for me? No one.