How fun it is to be single.
Surrounded by girlfriends who have zeroed in on marriage and babies, I couldn’t help but entertain the same thoughts. Certainly it’s a theme of my writing.
I had lunch yesterday with a friend. Surprisingly, he was exuberant for me. “How’s it going Catherine? Good to see you! Damn, lucky you, how great is it to be single?! DAMN!”
It caught me off guard. I was startled. My eyebrows furrowed. I was ready for him, at any moment, to bust out with, “Dude, just kidding. It must fucking suck.” But no. He continued. “That is the life right there. I’m telling you. Damn, spill it. I want to hear what’s going on.”
As I recounted the stalking stories, the drunk dials, the weekend getaways, I felt reinvigorated. It wasn’t depressing. It was funny and candid and romantic. I can’t believe I needed someone to validate my life. But I did, just a little bit of affirmation. I really needed that.
More Burning Man fodder. At this year’s event: 2 ex-boyfrends, 6 ex-flames. It sure is great to be single.