Lately I’ve been thinking about why I’m still single. The last serious relationship I had was many months ago with Quincy, and until now, I’m single. First, let me assure you that I’ve finally gotten over him. It wasn’t easy, and it took me quite some time, but I have finally realized that it was just one of those things I shouldn’t obsess about.
I’ve been told time and again that I have high standards. Too high, many say. I’ve considered this to be one of the reasons why I am perpetually single, but what’s wrong with having high standards? What is wrong with wanting the best? I know what I want. In fact, I don’t think there’s anything unattainable in the list of qualities I want in a man. All I am asking for is someone who is decent, smart, intelligent, witty, and with a sense of humor. Is that asking a lot? I don’t think so.
A lot of guys have appeared in my life after Quincy, and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT. But no matter how goodlooking they are, no matter how rich, or how great their personalities are, I cannot bring myself to reciprocate their feelings towards me. I do not know why, but I just can’t. I guess I have yet to meet the guy who would take my breath away and sweep me off my feet. But I am glad to say that the future is bright with me and Timothy. I really like him.
I know I’ve been single for so long, but I don’t really mind. I just think to myself that if not settling for less makes me a bitch, an asshole, or worse, eternally single, then let it be. I may end up waiting forever for my Prince Charming, but I don’t care.
Because when he comes, I know he is exactly what I wanted.