I say this, and for the most part, it’s true. I love that on Saturdya night night, I got a phone call at 9:30 PM and that by 10:45 PM I was out, in the city, meeting up for drinks. I didn’t have to scramble for a babysitter. I didn’t have to ask anyone if it was okay for me to go. I took the call, made the decision, got dressed, hopped into the car and went. I was home by 1AM, but I could’ve stayed out until dawn.
Next month I am flying to St. Louis for a wedding for a weekend. Then, when I get home, I’m heading to New England for a few days. Because I am one person, I can stay on couches and not have to worry too much about travel arrangements.
There is a freedom in being single that you only experience when you are single. Sure, when I get married, I can have girls’ night out, perhaps even weekends. But there is still that person waiting at home for you…or those people, once you have kids. I have the opportunity to get to know who I am, how I like my eggs. (Anyone get that reference?) I have the opportunity to get to know who I am outside of the petry dish of being in a relationship.
All of that being said, I really want to be someone’s #1. At my core, I want to love someone with my whole being. I want to make dinner, take care of his needs, help make his dreams become a reality. I want to have children, go to my kids’ little league and soccer games. I even want the opportunity to remind my husband to pick up his dirty socks and to please remember to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube AND to put the cap on it 🙂