“Why are you still single?”
Oh, how I hate that question.
It goes along with being told “one day you’ll find someone.”
I have to bite my tongue
to avoid saying “shut the hell up.”
I’m glad to know your only accomplishment in life
is just being in a relationship.
but I have better things to do with my time
like meeting the band Kansas,
or working at the copy desk at the Hamden Journal.
It’s not that I am choosing to be single.
It’s just how it happened.
Sure, I can download Tinder.
Or, I can go on OKCupid.
But how do I know that the guy is actually worthy?
You don’t get that much information before you swipe.
Or, better yet, how do I know he’s not going to kill me?
I’m not suspicious,
but my best friend is always on the app,
and she manages to find people that look
like they are a sex offender
or belong in a prison line up.
Since online dating isn’t my thing,
one may suggest going out to meet new people.
Bars involve wearing clothes that are a bit too tight
and even then, you don’t know what they are thinking.
They may like you,
or they may want you to be their next one night stand.
Or, they just might want you to go away.
After a long day, a bar’s the last place that I want to be.
I wish I can find my future husband watching Netflix.
I don’t plan on being the crazy cat lady,
or the woman that’s obsessed with the career.
Maybe it’s fear that’s keeping me from talking to the cute guy in class,
because he may not actually have a crush on me
or he may just be gay.
Well, that might be awkward if I asked him out,
like that time when I asked Gabriel for his phone number,
later learning that he was in fact gay.
Why can’t he just ask me?
Romantic comedies lie.
But you see,
relationships are all just a game.
The winners are those couples,
you know the ones who constantly post selfies on social media,
or have someone to cuddle with on a Saturday night.
But, my day will come,
where I’ll meet someone to post selfies with to annoy everyone
and I’ll have someone to cuddle with who doesn’t have four legs
and floppy ears.