I’m starting to think that I’ve been single for too long. Last week someone asked me when was the last time I had been held. I had no clue. Apparently it was so long ago that I couldn’t remember who or when. The confused look on my face as I tried to count back the months (probably years), garnered a look of pity. Not one to need and/or want pity from anyone, I quickly changed the subject. But later it made me think about why it is that I’ve been keeping the boys at bay.
So many questions ran through my head. What am I looking for? What am I waiting for? What the f*ck is wrong with me? Am I too selfish, too picky? Definitely too prissy. But it’s not like I don’t meet decent guys. So what is it? Why am I still single? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want somebody. Nobody wants to be alone 24/7. Companionship is awesome. But commitment? Ugh…yeah, that sucks.