I don’t think that I’m necessarily meant to be in a relationship.
There are days when the idea of being one half of a couple sounds idyllic. Roses, stargazing, and chocolate shared by two people over a lifetime – Someone to have your back, push you, and complete you.
That’s what my blog was about for a few years – finding the one. And that was fun for awhile.
Then I realized, apart from sex – which thanks to modern sex-toy technology I can sometimes go alone at – being in a relationship is overrated. I’m perfectly willing to surround myself with fragrant flowers that I purchased for myself, look at the stars alone, or indulge in a dark chocolate bar without having to share. There are days when I just don’t like sharing. There are days when I want to not shower, wear sweatpants – sweatshirt combo, watch hours of Dexter, and not talk to anyone. In simpler words: there are days when I just need “me-time.” And me-time is sacred.
You don’t fuck with me-time.
So I’m starting to think that instead of writing a blog celebrating the single girl finding romance, I need to focus on the single girl finding herself. Life isn’t a romantic comedy, as much as my hormones sometimes make me want it to be, and I should’t rely heavily on love just to live my life. And I intend to fully live my life and find love in my own way.
If I find love, great. If I don’t, still great. All I know is that I’m in a committed relationship with myself, till death do I part, and for now, that’s all I need.