Why I'm Alone
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... Huffpost gives me a place to vent and open up anytime, day or night, and the virtual company is better than I've found most anywhere.
... I'm satisfied that I've sowed enough oats to make oatmeal for the New York Yankees and still have some left over to feed the waitstaff at Tavern on the Green, with a few spoonfuls to spare.
... I don't want to be a nurse for the men who still run after me, who can't even run.
... I don't want my heart broken again. Ever.
... I don't find it easy to trust.
... I choose not to get on the Internet because it's humiliating to be turned down by someone I have no interest in when ten years ago I wouldn't have been turned down by that person, or even one I did have interest in.
... my memories and dreams are often X-rated and I can return to them when I want a thrill.
... I'm comfortable in my skin.
... I have a website called sololady and if I wasn't solo I'd have to get another domain name.
... you're more alone in an unhappy relationship than you really ever are without a relationship at all.
... my friends don't introduce me to anyone anymore because they know that unlike some women my age who settle, I want a bit more than "mammal" on my wish list.
... life doesn't always wind up the way you expect it to, and you roll with it.
... I choose to be.
... I'm able to be.
I'm alone but not lonely, but I'm still open to options, and do understand the beauty and wonder -- and blessing -- of a good relationship.