I have only been in one relationship in my life. It lasted nine months, and it broke my heart in two. I'm not sure why it took me so long to find someone I wanted to spend more than two minutes with, but I know it doesn't have anything to do with me being too "picky".
I flirt like a champ. With men. With women. And most days, with chocolate. But as much fun as I have flirting, I rarely land in situations that lend themselves to relationships or even dates. I've turned down a few really great guys for a variety of reasons, and I wonder why when I get lonely. I'm generally happy being single. I guard my independence, and I know that I couldn't be nearly as self-absorbed as I am if I actually had to consider someone else's feelings.
I turn 30 next weekend, and I never would have thought that I'd still be single at this landmark age. I'm not in any hurry to settle down and I'm not terribly interested in having kids, but I do miss holding hands at the movies and saying "We'll be there." It's nice to have a partner in crime. Knocking over a liquor store just isn't the same when you have to do it on your own.
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