When you are single (again) and the fall season is among us (again)

Not sure if it hit me after watching the season two finale of Insecure, or if it happened when Hurricanes Harvey and Irma brought that drop in temps to the Carolinas (by the way, I only lost tree bark, not my power, not this time. Thanks for asking!), but I now have to face the fact that the unofficial start of cuddle season is almost here, thanks to the upcoming official season of fall.

Add to this my cousin's upcoming fall wedding -- and that I and the rest of the bridal party have started planning the bridal shower -- I will soon kiss my litty-ass summer goodbye.

Even with the Charlotte temps going back into the upper 80s. Even with me typing this while listening to my old A/C put in work. Even with my upcoming trips to Vegas and Myrtle Beach, where I get to stuff my thighs in some swimwear for the last time this year. Fall is 'round the corner.

And I am not SAH about it, either.

Well, I am never excited about fall. I just deal with it. Because, what else am I supposed to do when I haven't made plans to live in Florida after hurricane season? But this year, the end of dear summer is hitting me harder than an old 1990's hair bun style, with all the black gel in all the beauty supply stores in the world.

It seems that summer is more single-girl friendly, I guess. And fall brings images of cozy-ass couples. Couples playing in a pile of leaves, cuddling at a football stadium near you, playing Santa up in Target, on a budget, and loving on each other in front of a fireplace that always seems to be too much of an inferno to be safe for home use.

But I have to come to terms with it: fall is basically here. And it only gets colder and boo-loviner from here. Even in the South. What am I supposed to do? Besides dust off those sexy-ass thigh-high boots and slide them over a pair of skinnies or leggings, and stunt on all the spoken-for hoes in these Charlotte streets? What else is there to do besides that?

By the way, that Insecure finale could easily compare to being let down by the dude with the monster-size peen, but has no idea what to do with it, because he never really had to do much. Because there are masses of women who will love him regardless.

Maybe he will come through next time I see him. I mean, he's cool overall, so damn if I ain't gonna see if he finally delivers! Calm down, still tallin'bout a show.

If you watch, you already know.