Member-only story
Valentine’s Day or Not, I’m Happy as a Single Woman
Whatever day of the year, I’m happy being single. Hearts, flowers, and chocolate don’t change that.
As Valentine’s Day approaches, it begins. The questions about my plans for the big day, the sympathetic looks of pity when I say I’m single, the offers of the “great guy that would be perfect for me” that a friend can set me up with. The insinuation, intentional or not, that there’s something wrong with being single on Valentine’s Day.
But whether it’s Valentine’s Day or one of the other 364 (365 this year) days of the year, I’m quite content with my single status. I have no need to find a relationship. My life is rich and full and complete as it is.
Would a relationship add to it? Maybe. But it’s optional, and right now, I’m not opting for it.
Years of bad choices
My first official chaperoned date was when I was 12. We went roller skating, and several years later, he came out. We weren’t even friends anymore by then as he’d moved to another state, but a couple of mutual friends told me.
My next real date, unchaperoned this time, was when I was 15. He was kind of a jerk, and not being able to see that set me up for two and a half decades of poor choices…
