The first time I came home from work to an empty apartment, realizing I was the one who didn’t take chicken out to thaw; because no one else lives here anymore
SO, this is life now?
The first time I stumbled into said empty apartment from drunken shenanigans, fell out on my bed fully dressed, spread out and was like…
So, THIS is life now?
The first time I
had to buy condoms declined plans because I wasn’t trying to go alone
So, this IS life now?
The first time I got the thanks but no thanks text not long after a few dates I thought went fairly well…
So, this is LIFE now?
(Quick aside: She even spelled my name wrong in said curve text, no respeck on my name…It wasn’t even like I was that into her but it was the like the first time I got curved in like a good 6 years, I hope she falls down steps. On principle. Just kidding. Mostly.)
Chilling at a family function, seeing my immediate family all with their respective spouses/baes and there I was with a phone and a drink realizing that EYE was the single one.
So, this is life NOW
See, I’m just a bachelor *Ginuwine voice*. By happenstance. I’m not grinding, working on me, taking myself off the market because someone auntie told me that love comes when I least expect it so technically I’m not looking yet I am still looking with one eye (No Fetty). I’m single because I am, and I don’t need any of the excuses single people use to say to the(ir blogs)mselves that they are good with being single.
I’m also not tripping off being single; besides no one wants to hear the siren of the young, iight looking and unchose. Hell, even I hate it. Even so I typically get the same platitudes of “psssh you’re young”, “one day”, or “this could be us but you playing”. They would be correct but I’m not trying to hear that either.
Single has its highs and lows and it seems in this day and age, you gotta pick a side and roll with it. Whether its the person who is always miserable about being unchose or the one who swears pizza, porn and Netflix is all they need in life…they are equally annoying. They both would fare better somewhere in the middle, where you’re not throwing yourself at anything yet still leaving the house looking like you remotely care. I like to think I’m in that middle largely with some days I’m feeling more column A or B, that’s just how life works.
So, this life is now… I can have 3 dates in a week or barely leave the house. I can leave town to turn up for a couple days just cause. I can see a cute baby on the train and it fuck up my day. I can redeem some of these birthday dinner offers. I can finally see what is so special about Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. I can see if a LDR is worth the hassle. I can look in her eyes and see all the possibilities. I can hear her favorite song and wonder if she’s well. I can join an online dating site for longer than 3 hours. I can check my lease and see if I can get a puppy. I can chat up the girl at happy hour or I can lurk her timeline for subtweets. I can just live my life, essentially.