Do You Fear Being Single?

Yet another piece from The Daily Mail, including a forum for singles to talk about it. I find it fascinating because those who have posted all say the same thing. They don’t fear it.

While I would love to find my soul mate, the reality here and now is I am single. I don’t mind living alone. It allows me to perform my secret single behavior, as discusses in an episode of Sex and the City. I can spend an evening napping, reading or indulging in a bowl of cereal.

I don’t have to worry about dishes left in the sink because they are mine. If I don’t feel like picking up the dirty laundry laying about the apartment, no biggie. I can also sleep in when I want and spend the weekend on the couch not worrying about sharing the remote.

Somehow in my life as a single person I have managed to become a loner. I love my friends, love spending time with them and pitching in when they need help. But I then start to get all wound up because I want to get back to my place, put my jammies on and just veg.

Should I find that right man to be with, well, it will be culture shock. I will have to worry about picking up after myself. Discussing what we will have for dinner and fighting over the remote. Now, none of that is bad. It would just be different and after living on my own since college, well, let’s just say I have some habits that a man might run from.

But then again, if the right one came along, I am sure he would just shrug his shoulders, sigh and say, well, she is who she is. A friend was asking me today if I got everything in order for my guests for this weekend. Kind of. . . I need to run the vacuum, unload and reload the dishwasher but other than that, the clutter is clutter. And they have all been to my place to know that if my place is spic and span, something is dreadfully wrong!

I do find it comical that some people out there in this great big old world are afraid to live on their own. They manage to go from relationship to relationship never having the time to really think about what has happened in the past. What went wrong, what went right, just jumped from person to person.

I was never like that, if it was a serious relationship, I took my time after. It was my way of reclaiming myself, my routine and figuring out what I could do better next time.

But, if anyone knows of a nice guy, who is funny, doesn’t care that his woman has no domestic skills (well, except for cooking). . .send them my way. Of course, I will get antsy if I go out with him, counting down until I can get back to the safety of my apartment.

I can’t help it. I am a homebody.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

2 thoughts on “Do You Fear Being Single?

  1. Well said sister!! And yeah I wouldn’t say NO domestic skills…..I’d say the cooking has to bump you back up LOTS of notches in that category! 🙂

  2. I’ve decided that when the day comes that I become “Sadie, Sadie, Married Lady,” we’ll have to have two houses! I still enjoy my alone time and totally understand your desire to get back home.

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