Do (did) you ever have that experience where you come home from having met someone, close the door, lock it, and think to yourself, “thank God I don’t have to go home to that every day! I love living alone.”* Yeah. So one of the nice things about being single in a major city is that not everyone treats you like there must be something wrong with you. In my life I’ve have had more experiences than I can recall where a combination of pity, concern, head-shaking, scorn and smugness are directed at me for being single. I’m going to put it out there: I like being single. This doesn’t mean that I never want to date, or even have long-term relationships. Yet nor does it mean that no one can stand me. Or that I’m self-loathing, damaged, disturbed, or depressed. I actually sustain far more relationships than many of my coupled friends. And oh how the thought of my empty apartment brings me comfort.
* I am not so arrogant as to think that I haven’t been on the other end of this – where someone couldn’t stand me and was thrilled to go home alone.