I have a friend, a very good friend, who laments being single.
At their best moment, they feel they’re single because there’s no one interesting to date.
At their worst moment, they feel they’re single because there’s something wrong with them.
I take a different approach to being single.
I think I’m single because I simply haven’t stumbled across the path of the right person yet.
It’s a liberating concept.
Every day I’m one day closer to meeting someone perfect for me.
Every bad date I go on, every toad I kiss and regret, I’ve eliminated one more possible person who could be right for me.
Instead of failing at dating, I’ve succeeded at removing one more barrier to me finding someone right for me.
I have to admit, I have a lot of creative outlets for my energy.
From Burning Man to my friendships, I keep myself busy and seldom feel lonely.
But I’ve had a string of good luck lately and I find that I am most sensitive about not having a significant other when times are tough and I need someone to lean on.
So I’m appreciative that I’m living in a time of abundance, instead of scarcity.
And, you know, there are worse things out there than being able to flirt with whatever guy suits my fancy.
Like having no one to flirt with.
Or getting a HUGE friction burn on your inner thigh.
Now that would be AWFUL.