I had a conversation recently, misunderstanding of sorts with my last single girlfriend. I use the term "single" loosely because at every point in time she's entangled with someone or making judgments on you for doing the same. But after many failed attempts at trying to get me to go out with her, she asked me blankly, "You must enjoy going out by yourself, don't you?"
At the time I had never really thought of it that way but...yeah, I guess. I don't choose to be single. Gosh, I wish I could stop being single. I've been single so long it's DEFINED me. And, I have gotten kind of used to it. It gives me a better peace of mind when I go out. Yes, of course.
I think we would all enjoy to have that riotous group of girls, a lá Bridesmaids that you can take in a movie with and down shots with in rapid succession. We all want that somewhat, but at the end of the day, after so many of those, and having gotten to a great age, you just think I don't need this. Because with the laughter and the fun, there's also the drama, loads of drama. And we could all use less of those.
I think we would all enjoy to have that riotous group of girls, a lá Bridesmaids that you can take in a movie with and down shots with in rapid succession. We all want that somewhat, but at the end of the day, after so many of those, and having gotten to a great age, you just think I don't need this. Because with the laughter and the fun, there's also the drama, loads of drama. And we could all use less of those.
Take this girlfriend of mine, though lots of fun, has her issues. And I am sure I have my own issues, too, but I am the one telling the stories here so it works best with me. I know I am not perfect. But it was always one thing or the other with her whenever we would go out. I would let her pick the place in an effort to be accommodating, and she would complain about her own venue! She would complain so much that management would be involved, and they would explain the rates on the check or according to her the "blahness" of the food (which she so carefully devoured), she would cause a scene, quite an embarrassing evening. If it wasn't that, then she would complain all the way home. "Oh, how I hated that place." I would think, but you picked it. Can you imagine if I had picked it? That is just not my style, not for a night out anyway.
There you have it. To answer her question, "Yes, I actually do. I prefer to be me." I think we all need to have that peace of mind that comes with being solo.
Just saying...:-)
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