Celebrating Singledom

Being single is often associated with negativity. Most single people appear to be a bit pissed at their situation in their pursuit for love. People who are in relationships appear to look at their single friends with undertones of sympathy. This classic portrayal is actually far from the truth, There are plenty of single people out their living their life like it’s golden (Jill Scott reference. Nice work Lex). There are also plenty of people in relationships who long for a taste of singledom. I don’t know if it’s my age or the crossroads I’m at in my life, but for the moment, I don’t look at people in relationships and think ‘I want that’. I’m too busy drinking Gin and listening to Waka Flocka Flame in my bedroom whilst planning trips around the world.

What I’m trying to get at is that being single is a precious Jewel. People who don’t enjoy it for what it is are really missing a trick. I mean, you never know when you’re about to get sucked into the vortex that is a relationship. I’m not slating relationships, they’re great, but they aren’t the be all and end all to happiness.

Dear single, miserable people, here’s a couple of little things to embrace while you’re still single, or in a relationship and considering joining the dark side.

Space – Relationships are lovely, especially when you’re in the honeymoon phase and you’re not interested in anything except being glued to that person at all times. However, when that starts to wear off and you think to yourself ‘you know what, tonight I’d like to just stay in, paint my nails and order 21 hot wings from Dominos to myself ‘. Us singles can enjoy that space whenever we like. Without having to make up an excuse for why you just want to be on your own for once.

Not sharing food – No, I want to eat the whole bag of Doritos to myself, at my own pace, get your own. This could just be me, but I fucking hate sharing food, especially when I’m watching a film. Tapas on a first date? Here’s a shovel, go dig your grave.

Freedom – It’s quite refreshing to think that I don’t know what I’m doing next Saturday night, I might wake up with a kebab on the pillow next to me, I might not wake up in my own bed at all. I might take off and visit a friend for the weekend. The point is that we don’t have to inform anyone that we’re doing these things nor have to justify our questionable life choices to anyone. The world’s our oyster.

Dating – Just to clarify, ‘Date night’ with your significant other is completely different to dating when you’re single. For me, dating is something to do to pass time so I have stories to tell my friends. It’s also great for boosting your confidence, and stops you from cowering in your single cave watching Netflix for hours and crying about why you’ve not met anyone. Some dates are good, some dates are bad, some are hilarious. All of them are character building.

Independence – This doesn’t apply to me, because I still live with my parents, don’t earn enough to pay them rent and could not support myself if the apron strings were cut. But there are loads of single people, killing it with their careers and loving the bachelor/bachelorette lifestyle that has become possible for them. Respect.

Bed Space –  My Dad recently went on a trip to Dubai and I have never seen Goose get so excited about how she was going to ‘lay like a starfish’ in bed. I’ve never really thought about it like that but I’m going to make a conscious effort to lap that shit up and lie diagonally in bed as much as is possible now.

Time – Having more time to spend with friends and family. When you’re in a relationship, you look back at times where you visited your Parents on your own, days you spent feeding the ducks with your Niece and the occasional magazine and wine party that extends into a raucous sleepover with your Sister. This time is precious, when you’re in a relationship, you have less time to do these things on your own. So remember to appreciate those precious moments.

Flirting – Sure, you can flirt when you’re in a relationship. But you can FLIRT when you’re single, this extends beyond letting a man buy you a drink in a bar before you flash him your wedding ring, go outside to call your husband and cry about your infidelities. Those pangs of guilt don’t happen when you’re single. You are free to flirt, text and talk to whoever you want after you’ve left said bar.

Being single isn’t always great, but don’t write it off before you’ve given it a go. These times are for investing in yourself and building your character until something more worthy than a few dinner dates and one night stands crops up. If you’re single and have read this, I hope I’ve inspired you to realise a little bit of your potential and given you some incentive to celebrate singledom.

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Dry Manuary

In my previous post I put forward my plan to give something up each month consecutively for a year.  This is my first follow up entry for January, a time where many people give up alcohol, in the name of ‘dry January’, I however went for a slightly different drought known as ‘dry MANuary’. That’s right, I decided to start the first of 12 months of ‘going without’ by actually going without. The rules were as follows, No dates and no ‘adult sleepovers’ or any of the activities that might happen during said sleepovers, but the biggest rule was that I couldn’t let on to any men what I was doing. I didn’t want to turn into the object of someone’s game of chase, nor the main feature of a bet amongst mates in the pub, ergh, not cool.

I started off by deleting both of the dating apps I frequent ‘Happn’ and ‘Tinder’. For about a week, I’m ashamed to say it but I felt a bit lost. All the times sat waiting at the train station, waiting to meet friends, waiting for the kettle to boil, my poor thumbs didn’t know what to do with themselves.   I quickly nipped this habit in the bud by going way, way back to the old school by compulsively playing minesweeper and solitaire on my phone, Windows ’97 style. It’s really sad that I had to go to such a measure, but I did and it worked. So judge away.

January was a blast, I did a lot of drinking, mostly with my best female friends whilst listening to a hell of a lot of ‘IDFWU’ (for my white married friends, this is an abbreviation of a song called ‘I don’t fuck with you’, give it a listen, it’s a game changer and will make you feel full of sass.) and  taking on that general vibe as my attitude to life. I was on fire, I was having the best time and the only men I was relying on were the bartenders responsible for my supply of gin and my uber drivers. As a result, I’ve found that not all men are sex-crazed monsters, some are actually gentlemen (rare) and some are actually interesting to talk to (extremely rare).

On a serious note, I do think I learnt a lot from my dry ‘Manuary’ experience. Firstly I learnt to stop giving my phone number out to anyone who asks. I usually use this as a tactic to encourage men to leave me alone, thinking they are safe in the knowledge I will contact them the next day (never), therefore easing off and not creeping too hard in the bar I’m trying to enjoy myself in. However, I didn’t feel it was fair to give out my number during my dry streak, and a few short ‘no you cannot have my number because I don’t want to give it to you’s later everything was A-OK, it wasn’t that hard. Which kind of brings me to my next point.

Learning to say ‘No.’   That statement sounds a lot more serious and dramatic/Grange Hill esque then intended. What I’m trying to explain is my complete inability to say ‘thanks, but no thanks’ to men when they ask me to go for a drink/dinner/dry ski slope tobogganing/to an owl sanctuary (all amazing date ideas BTW).

Quite often, just because they haven’t done anything douchey I will agree to a date, even if I’m not even remotely attracted/interested in them. It’s as if I feel they have to do something wrong for me to have an excuse not to go on a date with them. What’s wrong with the good old fashioned let down? Why do I and thousands of other women let men we’re not half bothered about pester us into dates and giving them our phone numbers, just because we don’t want to feel like we’re being a bitch or have a ‘valid’ excuse not to? Ultimately we’ll par them off anyway so isn’t it just better to nip it in the bud? I would sure as hell respect that treatment from a chap. Plus, I’ve landed myself in some shit storms with men I’ve strung along in the past. For example I shall quote the final of a whole series of voicemails I received from one particular pest I met on the train;

‘Why would you give me your number then not contact me back? I just think it’s rude… well you must be init ‘.

The rest of the voicemails really were hilarious and made for great listening, and if I hadn’t received them from some jumped up rude boy then I would have felt bad and taken what he had to say seriously. And that’s the point, It is rude to string men along or show false interest and I shouldn’t do it. (Also, guys, don’t make us feel like we have to when we’re clearly giving you ‘fuck off’ vibes). So now I don’t and it’s a change I’m happy to uphold. No string along zone,  girl power etc etc.

I also haven’t gone back on any dating apps or sites, I really don’t think I can stomach any more unwarranted ‘dick pics’ being sent to me from shady men, I’ve had enough of those revolting shockers to last me a lifetime. I also have found a new happiness in myself and think I’m worth slightly more than having someone judge me on five photos and a sentence long bio before deciding to inevitably ‘swipe left’.

I really recommend giving up on men for just a short time to any single ladies who read this. There’s much more (gin) out there to enjoy and I grantee you’ll come out on top.

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3 reasons why I’ve decided to start ‘blogging’.

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1.  Somewhere to dump my thoughts

I am by no stretch of the imagination a writer and have no aspirations for anyone to take this seriously. However I’m painfully aware  that I post far too many status’ on facebook, cluttering people’s news feed like it’s going out of fashion, it’s getting out of hand. I also can’t seem to condense my thought’s into anything under 140 characters. So that explains my uneventful twitter page. In other words, I really need to stop being that girl who posts too many pictures of her dog and opinions on social media when drunk thinking that anyone cares. They don’t.

What better way to stop this tomfoolery then by posting on a site that people aren’t forced to look at. Granted, I could write a diary, but my mum would only read it and suggest I get counselling, because I once again LIVE WITH MY PARENTS. Nice and cosy in a land where privacy and personal space do not co-exist (a pain felt only too much by a sea of twenty something post-graduates).

Think of this as my selectively honest open diary full of artistic licensing for entertainment value. Or to quote Bridesmaids “A very sad handwritten book.”(that I typed up)

2.’You should write a book.’

Recently, and I have no idea why, people keep telling me that I should write a book. Perhaps that’s because all my friends and colleagues seem to be either married or in long term relationships and find my life entertaining, like watching monkeys at the zoo.

Shock horror, I’m single, I know, that’s a pretty ridiculous revelation. but since I’ve been flying solo my life has been a series of amazing, hilarious and life changing decisions and experiences. Apparently, it would seem getting your heart broken and having the opportunity to indulge in being truly selfish for the first time makes for some fantastic character building.  So this blog is dedicated to all my married friends with kids that can’t justify drinking gin until 4am on a Sunday evening/morning, whilst singing and dancing along  to ‘Fergalicious’, dressed in panda pyjamas, just because they can. Oh and also the one and only friend who also partakes in those sort of activities with me. I won’t name her because it’s highly likely that unlike me, she will be some sort of high profile public figure one day with a reputation to uphold. So yeah, here’s my blog, sorry it’s not a full blown book, but realistically I will never have the attention span nor the intellect to write more than one paragraph in an hour and quite frankly I can’t be bothered.

<Follow my blog with Bloglovinstrong>3. Why not.

I might as well jump on the bandwagon and write something with the assumption that anyone actually cares about what I have to say.

If you made it this far, thank you for not falling asleep.