Your current relationship. If single, discuss how single life is.
Single like a pringle. I was in a relationship with someone who I was in love with for years. Head-over-heels, you’re-the-air-I-breathe, dysfunctional love at its best and at its worst. The experience was beautiful, crazy, and insane. I ended up hurt in the end, but that doesn’t mean I’m turned off from the idea of finding love again. I guess you could say I’m a much more patient and careful person now, because of it.
With that being said, I love being single. I wish you could understand how much I really LOVE being single. In the past year and a half that I’ve been single, I’ve managed to surprise myself everyday. I’ve learned how to stand on my own as an individual woman, and how to truly love myself without being dependent on someone else. I used to let fights and negative conversation ruin my day because I didn’t quite understand what a strong, beautiful, and capable woman I was. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blaming my past insecurities on my exes. I fully realize that it was my own self-esteem issues and my lack of love for myself that ultimately jaded me.
As a single woman in the midst of a frenzied dating world, I’ve established a set of standards as to what I expect from men. However, I didn’t create these guidelines overnight. I’ve dated plenty of guys who have helped to shape my “Perfect Man List”, so to speak. Dating, after all, is a social experimentation in a sense. Sure, I’ve had my share of “what-the-hell-was-I-thinking” moments with a few guys, but who hasn’t? I’ve learned to let go, move on, and (this is KEY) learn from my mistakes. While I don’t always follow that process, it has become a lot easier for me over time. Holding on to someone or something that doesn’t want to be held onto is a horrible and emotionally draining feeling.
All in all, being single provides me the freedom that I so desperately need. I am still young, impressionable, and vulnerable. Yeah, I get lonely. Yeah, I miss some of my exes. Yeah, I still cling to overly romanticized fantasies that you can only find in the cheesiest chick flicks. But, I have come to terms with the fact that these are all normal feelings, and getting into the relationship with the next man who walks through the door is never the solution. I don’t want to be single for the rest of my life. I know there will come a time and place where the casual become casualties. Nevertheless, I am not looking for love. It will find me.