Sometimes, especially around holiday season, it is very hard to be single. Traditions such as Mistletoe make attempting to be sassy and single that little bit harder.
Another thing that makes it hard to be single at Christmas are nosy relatives asking the question that as Bridget Jones said "Every singleton dreads the most;" "Hows your love life?"
It doesn't help when your mother had a string of serious boyfriends from FOURTEEN onwards, and every time a romantic song comes on tells us all "oh i remember when my boyfriend gave me this when i was fourteen". Que all your distant relatives swivelling their heads around to stare questionningly at you- all thinking; "Poor girl. STIIILL single. TRAGIC" I have THAT to look forward to this year all over again. SCORE
ALL year long their are constant reminders of your spinster hood state:
whether its :
-products advertised to improve your looks so that men find you more attractive,
Another thing that makes it hard to be single at Christmas are nosy relatives asking the question that as Bridget Jones said "Every singleton dreads the most;" "Hows your love life?"
It doesn't help when your mother had a string of serious boyfriends from FOURTEEN onwards, and every time a romantic song comes on tells us all "oh i remember when my boyfriend gave me this when i was fourteen". Que all your distant relatives swivelling their heads around to stare questionningly at you- all thinking; "Poor girl. STIIILL single. TRAGIC" I have THAT to look forward to this year all over again. SCORE
ALL year long their are constant reminders of your spinster hood state:
whether its :
-products advertised to improve your looks so that men find you more attractive,
-cards declaring love for one another,
-rom coms by the dozen,
- heart shaped chocolate boxes,
-Valentine’s day,
-public displays of affection
-MISTLETOE!
the list is a long one, but you get the idea.
Not that all these things aren’t lovely, romantic gestures, but when you are without anyone, the constant reminder that you cannot share in any of these moments is heart-wrenching.
Everywhere you look there is a fresh reminder that no-one is there to caress your neck or hold your hand,or even fetch you a cuppa in the winter evenings- mmmmm wouldn't that be lovely??
My friends constantly say; "But you haven't anyone in mind. How about that weird guy who likes you? Or the boy with a face like a dog-he'd go out with you"
Everywhere you look there is a fresh reminder that no-one is there to caress your neck or hold your hand,or even fetch you a cuppa in the winter evenings- mmmmm wouldn't that be lovely??
My friends constantly say; "But you haven't anyone in mind. How about that weird guy who likes you? Or the boy with a face like a dog-he'd go out with you"
But who wants to settle for second best?
However many displeasing frogs we have to kiss, I’m positive that one day we will all find that handsome prince. (Fingers CROSSED!)
So for all the fellow closet romantics out there who dream of kisses in the snow, next time you listen to a love song, or sit in an intensely romantic restaurant with your old dad for company, just hold your head up high and know you have it all to come.
Anyway, In the meantime, there are other pleasures in life, such as food, fashion, good friends, mothers (on a good day), promotions, alcohol and Friday nights out with the girls, not to mention those gorgeous male models we can all goggle at, staring up at us with those inviting eyes from the magazine page while we sit in our comfy leather chairs, our hearts still whole.
Anyway, In the meantime, there are other pleasures in life, such as food, fashion, good friends, mothers (on a good day), promotions, alcohol and Friday nights out with the girls, not to mention those gorgeous male models we can all goggle at, staring up at us with those inviting eyes from the magazine page while we sit in our comfy leather chairs, our hearts still whole.
Or alternatively, you can be swept away by a GORGEOUS (preferably mysterious, sexy, dark, tall and handsome) Demi-God, who seems convinced you are the singularly most beautiful thing he ever saw.
I FANCY YOU KEIRA KNIGHTLEY whaaaat? did someone say something?
So if tomorrow, you can't see my post, I assure you that a dreamy man has appeared at my window declaring his love for me, and taken me to some exotic far flung part of the world where we fall in love, staying beautiful demi-gods for ever more.
It could happen.
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