So at this point in my life, it feels like everyone I know is married, engaged, talking about getting engaged (or not getting engaged, like they’re really making a STATEMENT), celebrating an anniversary or just starting a new relationship, or suffering through a stupid one.
I do not find myself in a similar situation – and hold your horses, I’m not about to complain about the single life. Quite the opposite: I wouldn’t trade places with any of these people. Frankly, I don’t envy any of these relationships and I’m going to go out on a limb and say that being single has simply got to be better than this:
Take, for example, my friend who is dating her older (still married but separated) boss, and has been doing so secretly for 4 out of about 8 months. She kept it a secret because we, her friends, make it no secret that he is not good enough for her. He is, among other things, a smoker, cheap as hell (she pays when they go out) and a poor conversationalist. He’s nothing to look at and selfish in bed.
Yes, I am quite sure that being single is better than dating him. Maybe I should thank her for there being one less creep out there, preying on the rest tof us?
