The photo above is a little plaque my mom gave to me after a pretty shitty breakup (see where I get my sense of humor?). I have never been the kind of girl who felt the need to have a boyfriend at all times. Hell, I spent most of my college career single (and I didn’t even have Smitty yet!). I enjoy hanging out with myself and I have dated enough to know that spending time with someone who sucks is more work than it’s worth. Why would I want to spend my precious time entertaining some buffoon, when I could be rubbing my heels with a pumice stone or watching re-runs of SATC? I’m being serious.
So many people are under the impression that if they are alone it says something about them. I have seen and know quite a few people who are only in relationships because they feel it validates them in some way. They’re completely miserable, but it’s totally better to be with someone crappy than be- gasp- alone, right?
I spent last Valentine’s Day with my dear, dear, TJ Kelly, eating cupcakes from Billy’s Bakery and making each other laugh. It wasn’t that I didn’t have other offers (um, of course I did), but I would have preferred hanging with Teej any day of the week over forcing myself to spend the night with some d-bag who just wanted to get me liquored up and attempt to hump my leg later. No, thanks!
Why can’t being single mean being confident? Being single simply means you won’t settle for some average Joe and are holding out for Prince Charming. Duh.
Don’t let some silly holiday make you feel bad about being single. Be happy that you aren’t stuck with a loser who you don’t even like.