While it's fairly common knowledge that I tend to prefer being in a relationship, I hafta admit - being a solo chick & living alone has its benefits.
In the interest of whining less, allow me to outline some of the positive points of being single and living alone.
I can sing stupidly loud and annoyingly all day and all night if I please. And I usually do, with great pride.
No one else is forced to eat the potentially inedible food I make. Just me, but I can handle it. Usually.
My made up words and nutbar voices that I use to speak to Daisy are not heard by anyone but us. And maybe the neighbours. But who gives a crap about neighbours?
Every day is clothing-optional. Not that it necessarily wouldn't be if I lived with a guy, but ya never know when people have been invited over. Hmm.
The toilet seat? Yeah, that bitch stays down. No late night fallin' in.
I can watch whatever I want at all times. If it's a crappy 90's sitcom? No one will complain. I am the all-powerful ruler of the remote.
An entire bed to myself without anyone stealing the blankets or hitting me with rogue arms and legs during the night.
I don't have to teach anyone that underwear is inanimate and will not pick itself up off the floor. There's a universal problem that exists between men and their gitch. It's not an art installation; it's laundry.
I do what I want, when I want, where I want... etc, etc. No questions asked. No one to worry about.
Not to say there aren't downsides but I think everyone should try living alone, at least once in their lives.
Don't get me wrong - I am still on the hunt for a really great dude who I will eventually wish to co-habitate with again (assuming he exists). But in the meantime?
I'm absolutely fine being alone - just me, my chickdog, and all my quirky ways.