..I thought I would write a blog post about being single. I love being single! I probably go on about it a bit too much if I’m honest. At times I actually feel quite smug about my relationship status. I am sure my friends are all starting to think “the lady doth protest too much". But the single life is definitely for me and my thoughts about this are only reinforced when I hear horror stories about cheating husbands and unhappy partnerships. Despite my contentedness at being a single woman there are some nights when Junior is safely tucked up in bed and there’s nothing good on telly when a sudden blast of loneliness hits me. It’s nothing major and it doesn’t happen very often but when it does I have been know to switch on my laptop just so I can hear the man from Avast! tell me that my ““virus database has been updated". Sad, I know but he does sound ever so nice. The kind of guy who would look out for you and never let you down. Once, much to my embarrassment I inadvertently blurted out “stay for a cup of tea!“ when his gravelly, American drawl came through my speakers. I can’t believe I just said that out loud.Alas Avast! man isn’t real and therefore I can pretend he is Mr Perfect. I’ll bet if he were a real person he would pick his nose and make annoying noises/smells. I am as guilty as the next person of romanticising the thought of having a man around the house. Yes, I sometimes miss having a cup of tea made for me. And I miss having someone to discuss my day with or laugh about my funny observations with. But I don’t miss all the irritating things that comes with that. And believe you me, I am easily annoyed! I once had a boyfriend who used to prop his feet up on the beanbag and rotate his ankles. After a while, the swishing of tiny polystyrene beads intensified to the point where I wanted to grab the beanbag and smother him with it!
I thought I had found my perfect partner recently when I invested in a Sat Nav. Suddenly here was someone giving me some gentle guidance, a person who could stay calm under pressure and allow me to make my own mistakes. They never ridicule me for making the wrong decision or choosing the wrong path, they simply tell me to ‘turn around when possible'. Supportive, reliable and always there when I need them. Oh, and you can turn them off when they get a bit annoying.
Until Mr Right pops up and throws me over his shoulder (he had better be strong!) I am very happy living the single life. And it would seem I am not alone in my delight at being a single lady. Jennifer Aniston, Rhianna, Sienna Miller, Alesha Dixon and Kate Hudson all recently claimed to love being single too. And whilst trying to find a quote/poem about being single to put alongside this blog post I Googled ““I love being single". When I clicked on one of the links it came up with “There are too many visitors on this site at the moment please try again later”
I don’t like the thought that I might be labelled as lonely simply because I am alone. I couldn’t ever be lonely in any real sense, not when I have a demanding six year old around. And when he’s not around I have the characters from Bree McCready swirling around in my head, prodding me when I’m doing the washing up to remind me they are there. Hilma Wolitzer once said “Writing fiction is a solitary occupation but not really a lonely one. The writer’s head is mobbed with characters, images and language” I couldn’t agree more.
Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove that you can still stand. I have a very fulfilled and rewarding life without a partner. I am pursuing my dream and doing a great job of bringing my son up on my own. I am really proud of the achievements I have made whilst being on my own. I love that my young son has watched me change a fuse, put a shelf/curtain pole up and be the proud owner of a well stocked tool box (I do have a rather groovy screwdriver with a flowery handle just to keep it slightly girly).
I have considered internet dating but to be honest it’s the thought of someone actually showing an interest that puts me off. I do think it is a great idea though, having a computer sift out all the unsuitable people and match you with the compatible ones in the blink of an eye. How did people ever meet their significant others B.C (before computers)? And the great thing about internet dating is that you’re guaranteed to ‘click’ with every one you meet (boom boom) It’s just not for me though.
I always visualised meeting my perfect man whilst wandering around a museum or an art gallery. The fact I haven’t been to either of those places in a long time probably says quite a lot about my thoughts on being single. When the time is right it will be right. And if the time never comes I’m happy with that too. I don't dread Valentine's Day any more but for those of you who do here's a link ; )
I think when it boils down to it what I really miss is someone to cuddle up with on cold winter evenings, someone to share quality time with and someone who listens to me moan without judging. I think when it boils down to it what I really need is a cat.
I thought I had found my perfect partner recently when I invested in a Sat Nav. Suddenly here was someone giving me some gentle guidance, a person who could stay calm under pressure and allow me to make my own mistakes. They never ridicule me for making the wrong decision or choosing the wrong path, they simply tell me to ‘turn around when possible'. Supportive, reliable and always there when I need them. Oh, and you can turn them off when they get a bit annoying.
Until Mr Right pops up and throws me over his shoulder (he had better be strong!) I am very happy living the single life. And it would seem I am not alone in my delight at being a single lady. Jennifer Aniston, Rhianna, Sienna Miller, Alesha Dixon and Kate Hudson all recently claimed to love being single too. And whilst trying to find a quote/poem about being single to put alongside this blog post I Googled ““I love being single". When I clicked on one of the links it came up with “There are too many visitors on this site at the moment please try again later”
I don’t like the thought that I might be labelled as lonely simply because I am alone. I couldn’t ever be lonely in any real sense, not when I have a demanding six year old around. And when he’s not around I have the characters from Bree McCready swirling around in my head, prodding me when I’m doing the washing up to remind me they are there. Hilma Wolitzer once said “Writing fiction is a solitary occupation but not really a lonely one. The writer’s head is mobbed with characters, images and language” I couldn’t agree more.
Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove that you can still stand. I have a very fulfilled and rewarding life without a partner. I am pursuing my dream and doing a great job of bringing my son up on my own. I am really proud of the achievements I have made whilst being on my own. I love that my young son has watched me change a fuse, put a shelf/curtain pole up and be the proud owner of a well stocked tool box (I do have a rather groovy screwdriver with a flowery handle just to keep it slightly girly).
I have considered internet dating but to be honest it’s the thought of someone actually showing an interest that puts me off. I do think it is a great idea though, having a computer sift out all the unsuitable people and match you with the compatible ones in the blink of an eye. How did people ever meet their significant others B.C (before computers)? And the great thing about internet dating is that you’re guaranteed to ‘click’ with every one you meet (boom boom) It’s just not for me though.
I always visualised meeting my perfect man whilst wandering around a museum or an art gallery. The fact I haven’t been to either of those places in a long time probably says quite a lot about my thoughts on being single. When the time is right it will be right. And if the time never comes I’m happy with that too. I don't dread Valentine's Day any more but for those of you who do here's a link ; )
I think when it boils down to it what I really miss is someone to cuddle up with on cold winter evenings, someone to share quality time with and someone who listens to me moan without judging. I think when it boils down to it what I really need is a cat.
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