Some days....

There are certain perks about being single. Like the fact that I can give a side eye stare to the hot guy who sits across the hall from me without feeling guilty. Or that I can pick on my super oily, fried chicken for hours while I watch hours of mindless TV or the fact that some of the clothes I love wearing to bed are not fit for human viewing. Even my inability to say where I am going or to inform the general public about my comings and goings thrives in my single hood. Even the places I hang out and the people I hang out with, they seem to be much more fun and much cooler when I fly solo. I am like batman before robin. Cool, mysterious and interesting. So interesting in fact that I delude myself of my extremely high market value. Like right now, it should be through the roof. In fact it should be sky high. So most days I usually thrive on my own ego and misperception. Most days.

But some days, all I want is to go home and sit silently next to someone who'll make me a cup of coffee after a long day. I want someone to fill the other side of a bed that is too large for my 5 ft 4" frame. I need someone who lives some place half way from my place of work so that I can sometimes have a stop over when traffic is overwhelming. Some days it would be nice to have someone who will pick me up because I am too tired to drive, who will tell me about his day so that I can quietly forget about mine. Someone who will call me on a long distance trip just to make sure I'm ok. It would be nice to know that someone special has my back. On both the days I get rained on and the days I land a big project. Some days, that would be nice, because some days, but just some days, being alone sucks.