the glories of being single

There are a lot of good things about being unattached. You can go out with anyone, anywhere, anytime for as long as you want. There’s no need to worry about having to text someone letting them know of your whereabouts. No need to tell nobody nothing. Everything screams freedom!

Spot a cutie checking on you and you would never feel guilty eyeing him back. It’s exciting how conversations get to be more interesting when both parties know they’re single and ready to take on each other… I mean mingle..

It’s insane how you become loaded with messages/calls from people you barely even know. Sending you the weirdest most outrageous pick up lines. It’s good how you get loads of invitations to the latest movies, clubs.. that’ll get you all booked up for an entire week. They’d bring you food, treat you our for dinner, walk you home, meet your mom, hangout with your friends, a wholebunch of stuff that will make you feel todo importante.
Being single cant be that bad. Yes it’s true.

But it’s not all glory being single for too long. Sometimes you’ll feel like there’s this big sign hangin on your back with the words – ON SALE 50% off – in big bold letters printed on it. Your tita’s suddenly become pimps selling you off to what they term as eligible bachelors from whom they see a bright future is in store for you. Which most of the time they turn up to be a real bore who has james-ingram-ish sort of music blaring off in his company provided Altis. Or worse! Men who put on colorless Caronia on their insanely merthiolated finger nails.

Then there are good friends who would start matching you up with fellow singletons who tragically ends up to be real perves, they’ll creep you out for life. Hold on to your panties!!

You suddenly become flooded by admirers (only because others are taken) who surprisingly turn out to be overly demure, they literally needed to be pushed by their buddies to get them to talk. I’d tell you, if they had long hair, they’d tuck it behind their ears as a habit and batt their eyelashes.

Then there are the vicious ones.

Right-kind-of-wrong types.

Remember how grandma used to remind you not to do things coz they’re bad for you? But you refuse to listen all because it feels right – then they’re living examples of it. You know they’d do you no good but you’re still there yearning for more. Imagine ol’ granny comin down from the heavens just to beat the wits out of you if she had known.

I’ve been single for so long and I’m lovin it. But the truth is…

when things get tough or when you just have the worst day, whatever silly things women’s hormones come up with. When all you reeeaally need is a tight warm hug.
Only then you’d realize…

That it is always nice to have someone.

*** written way back. Just thought of posting it now J