Don’t get me wrong, I love being single. I love being accountable only to myself and only having to worry about what I want and need. I’m happy being single. I’m now over being single.

One of my best friends is in a new relationship and called me up to tell me about her new guy. I appreciate that she called me during a moment of good news but in the back of my mind I was thinking that when will it be my turn. I see the happy couple’s everywhere I look, the mall, on my University campus, my family, my friends, they are almost all coupled up or at least dating. During my friends ramblings about the guys very chiseled abs, her words not mine, she was also describing the perfect guy and giving me unrealistic relationship goals. I know that no guy is perfect, but he seems pretty close. At one point, she said to me “You need to get a boyfriend so we can double date!” snapping me out of my daydreaming. “That’s not going to work, I’m sad and single!” I was answered with dead silence on the other end of the line “Fine I’m just single” trying to make the whole situation a little less awkward than I had made it.

One person tried to make it about my health, saying that it is easier to date when you don’t vanish for two weeks with no warning, yet a good reason. I can’t blame everything on my health.

Oh well, I’ll get a dog.