I most certainly am NOT watching a movie called Beauty and the (fricking) Briefcase, starring Hilary Duff.
And you know what, this may be what I miss most about being single. Sitting here by myself, watching terrible TV/movies. There is something so completely awesome about it. The independence and freedom to watch whatever the fuck you want, without worrying about someone else's tastes...or the heavy sighing/mocking that comes along with it. Compromise is so overrated.
There is plenty that doesn't suck about having a dude. I am very happy, he's fantastic, blahblah...I LOVE being by myself. I am so my mother.
The couple of nights a week I have to myself, I cherish like no other. This is in no way meant to sound ungrateful or like those whiny bitches who complain for 30 years about having no man and then complain the next 30 about having one. Vomit. I'm just saying that spending all of my free time with a (wonderful) man makes me love my time with myself all the more. And there is something so fucking awesome about picking my face in the mirror for 20 minutes without someone wondering why you're in the bathroom for that long.
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Woot! I am so freaking glad you're back again. Loved this post because it's so true. Love being with your guy but love being with yourself too. It's called balance and what ultimately makes for a healthy relationship. Missed you!
Yay! Thanks dollface!
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