Single Life

There are very few moments in my life where I loathe being a single woman. One of them is family gatherings. Nothing is more annoying than a cousin who settled into his life at the tender age of 20 -- marrying his high school girlfriend and never got out of small town life -- constantly asking why you don't have a boyfriend.

I have taken to letting the family think I am a lesbian. If nothing else the cousin usually tends to quit asking about a boyfriend as he keeps his distance (in case it's contagious!)

The other time I hate being a single gal is during grocery shopping. Especially if you haven't gotten groceries in a few weeks. Carrying bags up three flights of stairs (and no multiple trips are not an option when you're stubborn) is never fun. That's when I long to have a boy who will not only go grocery shopping with me, but carry them up the stairs and even put the shit away. That would be nice.

But in the mean time, I love having my own space. So perhaps I'll have to suck it up -- carry my own groceries and let the cousins think I'm gay. Life doesn't get much better than that!

Oh yeah Happy America Day!