Yesterday an almost complete stranger asked me why I was single. Gee-I don't know? Because I like to be sad an lonely? Because I hate the human race? Because dudes are douchbags? Because it gives you a reason to ask me stupid fucking questions?
While most of these are true...somewhat....they are really not something I want to say to this person on the playground. But the question did get me thinking...WHY AM I SINGLE?
I am sure that there are many issues that go into my being single, but here are just a few...
1) I want a guy that will make me laugh-haven't found that yet.
2) I want a guy that has a job...and pay taxes-haven't found that yet.
3) I want a guy that will let me be me (cuz we all know that I am GREAT!)-haven't found that yet.
But I think that the biggest issue is...ME. I am hard to figure out. I am not easy to read. And I think that I need a guy who will understand that as independent as I am, I am still needy. There are going to be times when I am going to break down and cry and all I am going to need from that guy is for him to hug me and let me do this. I am emotionally high maintenance, but that just seems strange to tell a complete stranger when she asks "Why are you single?"
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