Dating-- a moratorium

Well, since my entry about the LDR, I can attest that there is in fact an end worse than the break up text. We will call it, "the tacit turnover," meaning that the person tells you absolutely nothing about the way they are feeling, despite you trying to probe for some answers during a phone conversation, which you now surmise was cut short so they could instigate said turnover. 

After informing you of nothing, they then proceed to delete you from their life without warning (and in my case, on my birthday) and publicly declare themselves in a relationship with a woman you've never heard mentioned before. 

So, the maneuver consists of a silent bait-and-switch. And then throwing the fish (me) back into the proverbial sea, half-gutted. 

That tacit turnover, ladies and gentlemen, marks the end of my dating life. 

No more. 

I am done. No more dating online, offline, long distance, short distance, or next door. 

I would rather live a generally happy single life than risk anymore unnecessary carnage at the hands of these loser heads I seem to attract, thank you very much. 

Yes, I've wanted my own  family more than anything on earth for as long as I could voice my wants... but I'm really starting to think that what I want is not worth all of the crazy I have to endure to find it... and all this endurance without even an inkling of assurance that I ever will meet my match. 

If he exists, he's going to have to find me. To the rest of the men in America, go sell your crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here.