The holidays, and winter in general, are for couples.
I swear, I’m not beating my usual “life is cruel for us singles” drum, because we pretty much own spring and summer. In winter, though, people pair off and disappear like the end of a key party, and we’re just left sitting there on the couch in our Fair Isle sweaters, wondering where everybody went.
After 30-some years of being single, I haven’t become inured to getting a little down about it. Who ever gets used to not having somebody to take home to their mother or to introduce around at the work party or, hell, even buy something goofy for? Read more … Keep reading »