Just the other day I was curled up on one of Costa's mightily comfy sofas, when I overheard the group of girls next to me chatting. One of them stated that she felt less and less like getting into a relationship as she got older.
I'm sure we've all joked about being single by choice, and some people I know truly are. I always thought it was the opposite, though: that as people grow older, they're more likely to want a companion on life's journey. So the girl's comment kind of opened my eyes.
Earlier this week, I read an interesting article in a Men's Health-style magazine about how summer is the perfect time to be single:
- You can soak up the warm summer weather in a beer garden - if we get any, of course... but this being the UK, summer was last Thursday, so if you were working that day then I'm sorry, you missed it.
- You can 'appreciate' members of the opposite sex
- You can generally relax and do as you please.
So being single and in my early thirties, I thought I'd have a companion for life by now. But not just yet, as it turns out.
I'm still learning to embrace being single. Now I see others who are embracing their own single status, though they probably have different reasons to my own, and I see it's not so bad. Freedom and the warm weather are taking the sting out of things. And they will do for some years, I imagine.
So I'll keep:
- drinking lots of coffee and burying my head in books for hours at Costa
- eating lots of chocolate (there is a connection between sex and chocolate, by the way: eat too much and no one will want to have sex with you!)
- going to concerts by myself and loving it (as long as the music's good, what else do you need?)
- and doing whatever I feel like.
Then, as the temperatures start to drop, the nights pull in and we turn to winter, maybe I'll think about looking for a partner again.
But only maybe.
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