There is usually more often than not, one question, you are asked when you are single. It is something along the lines of ‘why are you single?’ or ‘are you out there looking?’ or my personal favourite, ‘there is literally millions of fish in the sea, why aren’t you looking?’ First of all Cheryl, the great big ocean full of fish you are describing, to me, is more like a dirty mud puddle that has been made after a hideously big 4×4 drove through it. And I am wearing white. It is a combo that just does not go together and we sure as hell should not force it.
Shout out to the singles who are legitimately looking for love. Obviously, I am not knocking singles because I know there is some that are pining for the one, looking for their prince charming, want to be swept off their feet etc. and that is completely their prerogative. It just isn’t something that everyone wants or needs. You do you boo. You decide If you are going to go out and smooch 5’000 toads over one weekend or just plant kisses on your dog all weekend (the latter is completely hypothetical I swear). That is all the beauty of being single kids.
“But how are you happy by yourself?” I know most people, myself included, has been happy either in their current relationship or a previous one. Like me, they’ve also probably been so angry with rage they wanted to break up then and there and would swear to stay single forever. In saying this, shouldn’t your own happiness be dictated by yourself, not other people? Being happy within yourself should be more important than what anyone else thinks of you. Period.
Why aren’t these questions about their happiness or how their current life is not being dictated by a relationship? Now I am not saying that anyone is dating a tyrant or that relationships are similar to a dictatorship. I am simply highlighting the fact that sometimes it is nice to be alone. Shock horror. Mic drop. Plot twist. Some people, myself included, thoroughly enjoy being alone. The bed hogging, the lack of having to maintain their bodies unless they want to get some (don’t be a prude, we all know it’s true) is all a beautiful and blissful part of being single. So they call it marital bliss but why isn’t there a title for single? Other than the obvious spinster, cat lady, player or my absolute favourite, feminist. Why are these labels all negatives? From here on out, I would prefer to be called loveless legend rather than single.
But could you imagine if it was reversed? Cripes, all hell would break loose. Look at it this way, the next person to ask you, ‘why are you single?’, bluntly respond with ‘why are you in a relationship?’ and walk away. The same question just posed differently. Now a word of warning, after this has happened this person will most likely NOT stay in your life but cares there is like 7 billion others ya know? This is purely to prove my point. Do not say this to someone. In fact, I strongly advise against it.
So please whether you are male or female, young or old(er), channel your inner Samantha Jones/Sasha Fierce and be proud of being single, embrace it even.
So my advice is this: next time you are tempted to ask someone their dating history; do not do it unless you have seen them on Tinder and are keen on a cheeky smooch. Otherwise, you are soliciting for a verbal smackdown that is approved by yours truly. Everyone has a private life that is their own. Shock horror right?! We wouldn’t want other people in our business so don’t be in theirs.
Happy Tinder’ing kids!
PS – don’t drink and tinder. Might sound fun, but trust me, it isn’t. TRUST ME.
PPS – don’t drunkenly message your exes. AGAIN, TRUST ME.