To be single is getting a text at 10 a.m. on a Saturday to meet for coffee with the girls and go over the details from Friday night.
To be single is, talking about a far-fetched crush and every other guy that walks by that is sexy, has a hot smile, nice ass or good shoes.
To be single is having a really bad day and calling all of your girlfriends in your contacts list hoping one of them will answer so you can fall apart.
To be single is, being the friend on the other end of the phone when your girlfriend is falling apart.
To be single is, going to dinner at 8 p.m. last minute on a Sunday and not worrying about if you are going to be out too late.
To be single is, fighting with the zipper on the back of your cocktail dress, welling up with tears because you think you are going to have to sleep in the damn thing.
To be single is, taking a whole day or weekend to yourself, doing exactly what you want to, even if that means not answering the phone, or leaving the house.
To be single is, flirting recklessly at the bar and knowing you are going home alone anyway just to remind yourself “I still got it.”
To be single is, learning from every relationship and not making the same mistake twice, three, four times...
To be single is going with the flow on holidays when sometimes you just want to do your own thing or leave the country.
To be single is, dealing with inappropriate guys asking things like “who are you boning these days,” and thinking to yourself “fuck my life, are you serious.”
To be single, is being the aunt and feeling overwhelmed and loved by two amazing little people that aren’t your own but feeling so proud and happy that you can't help but brag and show pictures of them like they are.
To be single, is the hope and the knowledge that “single” isn’t a dirty word it’s just a part of your evolution until partnership.
To be single is, being asked “just one?” when you dine out alone but feel “I’m not JUST anything,”
To be single is, holding out hope that they guy you really, really, really want to call will, and then he doesn’t and you are a little bit heartbroken but you know that’s ridiculous and you move on.
To be single is, knowing who you are, liking who you are and having faith that GOD WILLING someone else will be the yin to your yang.
To be single is knowing that outside of a relationship with a man you are still deeply loved and appreciated by your friends and family.
To be single is, eating some pickles, 3 pieces of cheese and toast for dinner because cooking for one can feel taxing.
To be single is, taking one to many shots of lemoncello at a 35th birthday party, falling out of your chair and putting yourself to bed fully clothed.
To be single is, deciding to have the most amount of fun and appreciating the cards you have been dealt until you meet your person.
