I always figured that when I was in a “serious adult relationship” (read in a serious voice) or I had a boyfriend, that the reason I would miss being single is that I would be restricted to window shopping.
It turns out, I don’t miss dating other men or flirting (because I still do a little), but rather I miss alone time.
It’s not that the time with the guy is anything less than completely wonderful, but I have spent a lot of time on my own during the years. I have steps and plans in place to stay organized (which I have to be to keep insanity at bay) and get things accomplished. When you are either at someone’s house all the time or you are always feeling like you have to entertain at your own house, that time dissipates.
The other night, the man was out of town. I got work done, did some lingering volunteer work that I had to, played music, did laundry and was totally organized for work the next morning AND then I called my parents for a great catch up chat. I miss being able to do that more often.
It’s funny how many women out there long for a relationship, I can’t help but think I’ve been programmed a little wrong.
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