An olde sock for every olde shoe...

I remember bumping into an old friend from school on the street one-day and one of the first questions they asked was, if I was married. They then proceeded to tell me ‘there is an olde sock for every olde shoe’; if singledom didn’t depress me, the thoughts of been referred to as ‘olde shoe’ certainly did! Yes, the positive sentiment within the phrase is lovely.

Another analogy I hate is ‘left on the shelf…’ in this day and age, shouldn’t it be ok to be single? Without feeling the pressure?

How many of us have experienced the family wedding and the dread of the olde grandaunt dishing 101 embarrassing questions…‘well, have ya no man yet?’ making you feel like you had a highly infectious disease, and you really want to say: ‘Granny, speak up, I don’t think the Chief in the kitchen quite heard that!’

As for the smug-couples; how easy they forget how it was like to be single; a ring on your finger seems to affect their long-term memory. My girlie friends who are long since married, remember single life as having the pick of men, like walking into a candy store! I remember being out for drinks with 8 couples and the girls started pointing to men as if they were inanimate objects, ‘what about that one?’; ‘ or that one?’

I’ve lived through experiences that would easily resemble scenes from a Bridget Jones’ movie. Feeling like I had two heads purely because I was single.

As for receiving wedding invitations, with just my name on it i.e. no guest/friend invited. Yeah, I really want to be a spare tool for the day and hangout with smug couples; ever heard the expression, two’s company, three’s a crowd! Ever consider putting yourself into our shoes?

No, this isn’t a note from a bitter person. My day will come, my knight in shining armour will appear on his noble steed and when he does I will never subject any of my single friends to the crap I’ve been subjected to in the past.

Aren’t we better off being happy single, than being miserable is possibly a bad relationship? Or worse settling, for stake of being part of a couple, instead of feeling a sense of belonging you feel discontent.

Shouldn’t we be allowed to enjoy being single whilst we are and soak up the benefits of it…whatever they may be? (“,)

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