Last weekend I had my housewarming. It was great having my friends over to celebrate my home. I trust everyone had a great time. Well, everyone DID have a great time, seeing as how much food was eaten and how many empty champagne bottles I put in the recycling bin. But some things were missing. I definitely wished the parentals had been here (Southern Dad will be in DC before the end of the year…he says). But I wish I had a mate here. A boo. A steady love interest who could have stood by my side and wished me well on this new endeavor in my life. Basically, I’m tired of being single.
I’m tired of wanting to go somewhere and trying to figure out a) which of my friends are single and want to go or b) which of my married/boo’ed up friends would go with me. I want to be able to say, “Babe, let’s go to ______” and we go. Alas, it’s been a LONG minute since that’s happened. For example, I want to go to the Redskins pre-season game when they play the Jaguars. So my linesister is going with me. I want to see Stevie Wonder in October at the Verizon Center. Do I a) buy two tickets and hope I have a boo by then or b) (once again), ask a single friend to go with me?
Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy my single life. But it’s old. Like really, really old. I desire a friend, a lover, a prayer partner, a church attendee mate, and a gentleman all rolled into one. Who belongs to me. And I belong to him. Do you hear me, Lord???
Le sigh. In any event, that’s where I am. Being single’s not overrated, but it is played out. Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.