Posts Tagged 'Single'

Loving is fine if you have plenty of time for walking on stilts at the edge of your mind.

Relationships and dating often come up as a topic of conversation for my close girlfriends and myself–give us a break, we’re single, twenty-somethings who can’t seem to figure out why we’re still single. On one hand I’m OK with being single, in fact, I don’t even want to date– but this doesn’t mean I’m completely OK with it. And to manage with this sentiment, I often joke about it because it’s not fun to deal with if there is no humor. Whatevs. It works. We all tell ourselves silly things at one point or another to make ourselves feel better. Right? Anyway. When we start talking about this stuff–the games that are played, the men in our lives (or lack there of), the crushes, etc. my mind wanders to past relationships and the major lessons I’ve learned–the real reasons I’m not so down to date anymore. I’ve narrowed it down to two reasons:

1. I don’t want to lose myself in a relationship. I don’t want to give myself up for someone else. I’m selfish;  it took me a long to figure this out and I’m not ready to compromise. And I’m afraid of what will happen if I do.

2. I refuse to play games–especially with matters of the heart. Give me honesty, or get the hell out of my way. The end.

And that’s it, really. I’d say those are pretty valid reasons. I’d just rather be single. And until I meet someone that just completely blows me away and takes me for who I am and gives me that feeling–you know, that nervous-excited, butterflies in the stomach, tingly feeling– this is just the way it’s going to be.

And with that, I leave you with the words of Alanis Morissette, whose song I believe conveys my sentiments on this matter exactly. Enjoy!

I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don’t want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don’t want to be to be your babysitter
You’re a very big boy now
I don’t want to be you mother
I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at half past six
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I’m not the doctor
I don’t want to be the sweeper of the eggshells that you walk upon
I don’t want to be your other half I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge
on your face at midnight
Hey what are you hungry for
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don’t want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights
I don’t want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window

Can I have it all now?

Having now lived in San Francisco for over a year, I’m starting to feel as though this is my home. San Diego will always be “home” where my family resides, but SF is now my new home and I love it dearly.

I was once told that San Francisco is considered the “city for the single” and after some quick research, I found that it was considered Forbes Magazine number one city for singles last year (we lost to New York City this year). I believe this to be true, but not in the connotational sense that you might think. I agree that this is definitely a city for singles, but because it is so easy to stay single living here. There are so many available men and woman in this city, that “hooking up” seems to be one of the easiest things you can do on a night out and it also seems to be all some people really want. You meet, swap some fluids and almost never see or hear (assuming you even exchanged digits) from that person again. This is especially true if you meet a tourist. There are loads of them here, and they love to think that they are smooth talkers and that flashing money can get them whatever they want. (I’m not saying they’re all like this, but a hefty amount are.)

Anyway, I’ve kind of forgotten where I’m going with this…oh right, staying single is easy in San Francisco…now what? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? You tell me.

Exhibit A: 22-year-old male, college student, “I’m single, I love it.”

Exhibit B: post

To all single women of San Francisco – m4w – 30

Reply to: [?]
Date: 2009-01-28, 4:59PM PST

You are all full of shit. You know what I mean too. None of you take single guys seriously, then you come on Craigslist and complain you are single. Or you wish how the bike guy, or the bart guy, or whatever guy would have talked to you. But you all know that if he did, you would all act as if you were not that interested; and he would feel blown off.

So I am tired of hearing about how single guys are rare and women are looking for them. You are not, and you know it. You are looking for some fantasy guy off TV. Your expectations are too high and your egos are too bold. Get over yourselves and go approach a guy you like. And if he approaches you, take him seriously.

This is the worst city in the world to be a straight, single guy that would like to meet a nice girl. And it has nothing to do with the gays and lesbians. It is because of YOU: single women

Or better yet, email that angry gentleman and tell him what you think. 😉