When I canâ€™t sleep, I pet the dog and listlessly scroll through profiles, feeling all the markings of my 55 years, looking for something â€” someone â€” to stop that feeling of loss. Itâ€™s bad for me, junk food for my psyche. Iâ€™m reminded how bad it is every time I feel that bump when thereâ€™s a match. In my head I understand that I am being manipulated to feel just this way. I know that coming out of a relationship takes time and I should probably resolve all the old stuff before embarking on anything new. I know I should turn off my phone and go back to sleep or get out of bed.