Free time is not always a good thing

I love having free time. I have a lot of things that I enjoy doing, and there are times when even if I'm out having fun I'm kinda missing the things I like to do at home. I'm happy with who I am and with the way my life is right now. Most of the time. Now that things have calmed down a bit at work, I'm spending more time at home and doing the things I like to do, and especially more time with Tybalt which I know he loves. But there are times, not even long times, when I really want more. I want to be blissful, not content. I want to be happy with someone, not happy by myself. I want the apartment to be spotless. In short, I want to live in a fantasy.
Forget the fact that if I got into something serious my life would probably change completely. I would feel bad if I had to work late and so I'd be annoyed at work. I would get to cook meals more (which I love) but that would create more dishes and more trash (which I despise). None of that factors in to the fairy tales. But sometimes I want the romance so much I'm willing to see it in someone I know from experience could never really make me happy, much less be my prince charming. It can be so confusing when your emotions overpower your mind, even after your mind works back through to logic, because the emotions are still there somewhere.