Often on this blog, I lament a lot over being single and not having found my Rebel Prince, not ever having been in love, so forth and so on.
As the aging process continues it's cycle (I'll be 30 next month), I realize that I'm not even ready to settle down with some
one. A man would truly have to be something akin to one of the 8 Wonders of the World in order for me to fall head over heels and give up the solitude I so enjoy more and more each day. Fellow blogger,
Hedonistic Pleasureseeker said it best, when she commented on the
Over It entry:
When married people try to set me up I get a little suspicious.
First, couples only seem to want to socialize with other couples. It's totally lame, but at least be a little flattered that they're trying to make it "ok" for you to be a part of their little group. Unattended marauding females being so dangerous and suchwhat, you're "safer" around their boyfriends/husbands if some OTHER guy has claimed ownership of your vagina. Men won't respect YOU, but they WILL respect the property rights of other MEN. I know, it's creepy, sexist and gross but it's the truth.
Another reason I get suspicious is that I sense that some of them are jealous of my freedom and want to make me as unhappy as they are. Misery loves company!
I love not being joined at the hip with someone I have to constantly negotiate with.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know, what do YOU want to do?"
BAH! I want him to get out of my house so that I can take a bath and paint my toenails in peace!
I could not have ranted it better myself. As I believe I stated before, being a loner... enjoying my solitude does not mean that I am
ALONE or
lonely. All of this pining for someone...
wanting... grasping... hoping... was all for naught. Particularly considering that I quite possibly would've had the relationship not having been
ready for it or even truly
wanting it. I would've
grown stone-cold like a neglected cup of coffee. The concept of a full time lover would've grown stale. I don't even really want to entertain potential suitors or go on dates anymore. Having a hubby or a live in lover would mark an end to dancing in my underwear as I sing along to the Dream Girls soundtrack. It would mean no more sampling sauces and dipping the spoon back in the pan
(a luxury I enjoy since I'm cooking for one). I'd have to eat Nutella out of the jar, on the down low. And worst of all, I'd have to share closet and bathroom space! I'm certainly not ready for
that. If I happen upon a bar all by me lonesome, that's the way I want and planned it... and have every intention of leaving
alone. A woman sitting with a glass of wine is nothing more than
that. It's not an indication that she's on the prowl, hoping to be chatted up and treated to an additional drink and regaled with lascivious stories... at least that's not the case with me. Perhaps all I wanted all along were warm boy parts to keep my mattress warm. Notwithstanding the fact that the thrashing, tossing, and turning my dreams generate produce more than enough heat.
How enlightening.
Often on this blog, I lament a lot over being single and not having found my Rebel Prince, not ever having been in love, so forth and so on.
As the aging process continues it's cycle (I'll be 30 next month), I realize that I'm not even ready to settle down with someone. A man would truly have to be something akin to one of the 8 Wonders of the World in order for me to fall head over heels and give up the solitude I so enjoy more and more each day. Fellow blogger, Hedonistic Pleasureseeker said it best, when she commented on the Over It entry:
grown stone-cold like a neglected cup of coffee. The concept of a full time lover would've grown stale. I don't even really want to entertain potential suitors or go on dates anymore. Having a hubby or a live in lover would mark an end to dancing in my underwear as I sing along to the Dream Girls soundtrack. It would mean no more sampling sauces and dipping the spoon back in the pan (a luxury I enjoy since I'm cooking for one). I'd have to eat Nutella out of the jar, on the down low. And worst of all, I'd have to share closet and bathroom space! I'm certainly not ready for that. If I happen upon a bar all by me lonesome, that's the way I want and planned it... and have every intention of leaving alone. A woman sitting with a glass of wine is nothing more than that. It's not an indication that she's on the prowl, hoping to be chatted up and treated to an additional drink and regaled with lascivious stories... at least that's not the case with me. Perhaps all I wanted all along were warm boy parts to keep my mattress warm. Notwithstanding the fact that the thrashing, tossing, and turning my dreams generate produce more than enough heat.
How enlightening.
5 comments
you sound like my childhood best friend and you know what - GOOD FOR YOU!! honestly, I love being married, I ain't gonna lie, mine is a happy union with my best friend in the world. but doing it so early in life had some down sides to it - so by all means, hold out!
nutella from the jar. hee hee.
I'm in agreement with alosha.
Hedonistic Pleasureseeker said it best, though. SOME, not all(!!!), married chicks really need to find a way to keep you safely in the circle.
Do right by you. That is all.
@Alosha: My declaration is not a swipe AGAINST married people or people in committed relationships. I think that if you're married or involved in a long term relationship and it works,likewise, GOOD FOR YOU ALL. I think single-hood suits people just as well. I think when women aren't married or involved in a relationship... particularly when you're just shy of 30, then the overall consensus seems to be, that something is wrong with us or our personalities, and I resent that. I LIKE being single and I don't feel bad about it at all. NOT ANYMORE.
@Jennifer: I will continue to do right by me. I just don't think it's anybody's place... married or otherwise, to tsk tsk and shake their heads at women who are single and who don't mind it one bit. We don't always want to be FIXED UP.
I love this post.
You see...I started in relationships when I was 13 years old, I met my first bf then and stayed with him for 4 years, I had a little "single" time and then again jumped in the relationship thing for another 4 years, I've been single for about 4 months now, and let me tell you this....I love it. I feel like I found myself and like ME! I say what I want to say when I want to, I go where I want to go when I want to. I am not ready to settle down, I wasn't in the past, but for some "social" reason I felt the need to have a boyfriend, because that's what people do, right? women find a boyfriend and marry before 30..??? well... I still have a while before I hit 30, but I don't think I would be able to give up what I have now, my freedom, myself , in a long time.
plus: I'm sure we don't have a problem getting a good lay if it's so needed. :)
Couldn't have said it better! I'm not single, but I go out by myself a lot, and people seem to interpret that in strange ways. I get asked about why my boyfriend isn't there, often with a tone in their voice that suggests they are trying to assess how serious the relationship is, or some other such crap. (Obviously, when friends ask, I know it's because they care about him...it's not for nefarious purposes). Or yeah, women on own is seen as either sad, an invitation, or a little of both. It's like, dude, if I were on the prowl, everyone in the place would know it...so leave me alone with my damn drink.
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