red high heels is the way i feel.
What is the feeling, when you have been single for several months, and you realize that you would rather never go back to your apartment than go back to an empty one?
Ah, yes. That is called "wanting a partner."
Also, every once in a while, I stop believing I am bisexual, and then I catch myself listening to Jane Siberry albums, or nodding my head and interjecting when my girlfriends are talking about shaving their legs, and I feel better.
Edit: Damn, I just looked up the arguments against the Fermi Paradox on Wikipedia. When you're looking to get cheered up, don't look to scientists happy to calculate the exact degree of worthlessness of advanced culture to evolution, the likeliness of humanity destroying itself within a few millennia, and the general tendency of advanced life to destroy itself. Damn.