“There are about 40,000 people on that campus, half of them are boys. Find someone better,” my father says as he attempts to encourage me to start dating again. I listen to his words but I choose not to absorb them. I actually enjoy being single at this point in my life. For the first time in a long time, I am able to focus my time on myself and not worry about someone else. This “cuffing season,” when you are supposed to find an S.O. to keep you warm, I have noticed lots of people have opted out. Who can blame them when you look at the perks of being single?
- You don’t have to share your bed with anyone. Go ahead, stretch your legs out because no one is going to be mad at you.
- No one will take your favorite pillow because it’s like your head is on a cloud.
- You don’t have to worry about someone leaving the toilet seat up because it will never be up.
- Those huge bottles of shampoo and conditioner in your shower? All for you, babe.
- Your favorite soap won’t be taken or used up by someone else.
- No one is going to mess up your Netflix queue.
- No shave November? How about no shave ever. Besides, who would you be doing it for?
- You don’t have to prep someone to meet your parents because, no matter who it is, they will never be good enough for their little girl.
- I can spend my money on myself. If I want to buy a ridiculously expensive but adorable dress from a boutique, I can do that.
- You do not have to report to anyone (except your mom when she asks why you spent $50 at a boutique or a bar).
Don’t get me wrong, I do hope to find the one someday. I would love that so much. I actually dream of finding a guy that fits all of my foolish and unrealistic expectations. But until then, I’m going to go to wine Wednesday with my girlfriends and drink a little too much. I’m going to drink iced coffee all day because there’s not enough caffeine in the world. And I’m going to continue to wear leggings to make everyone wonder: did I shave? You’ll never know.