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Me trying to subtly announce to the boys of Clapham that I am single and available |
Since I split up with my ex, and only boyfriend I’ve ever
had in 2015, I’ve been THE SINGLE FRIEND. I’m fortunate to have had the same
group of friends since I was in college (almost 10 years!) and during
university, everyone started to get boyfriends, some serious, some not. But as
we got older, and the relationships officially got to the ‘long-term’ status,
my status stayed the same, single.
At first it didn’t bother me, I was 23, I was living away
from home, I went out with my other single friends, did what I want, pulled who
I wanted- it was the dream! I loved
being single.
However, in the last couple of years I’ve been having second
thoughts. I felt myself getting jealous of seeing couples doing cute stuff
together and starting to actually create a future together. Not just people on
Instagram with their outrageous baby showers and date nights, but my own best
friends! Buying houses, having babies, getting engaged, serious stuff!
I mean, everyone gets to that point, around 8pm when the Sunday
night dread kicks in and you just wanna order Dominos and Netflix and chill
with someone you fancy, but I felt a bit left out. One of my friends had an engagement
party last year, and we all met up at the pub beforehand- 6 couples and me.
Fortunately, one of the girls’ boyfriends couldn’t make it so we were in the
same boat- but talk about reality check!!!!!
I recently used the question feature on my Instagram for
people to reveal their worst ever date, and as well as being one of the funniest
things I’ve EVER read, it made me think about all the failed, hilariously
tragic dates I had been on. I couldn’t even imagine any of those boys getting a
second date, never mind being my boyfriend! As much as I love my friends to
pieces, and I am SO proud of them, I’m 26. I live in London where I am meeting
new people every day. Yeah, I get needy on a Sunday night but I’ve got
housemates I can climb into bed with and eat junk food with, and it’s not like
my friends are uncontactable just
because they have a boyfriend. They’re exactly the same.
Yeah, when the time is right, and I meet someone I actually
want to go on a second date with (and third and fourth and fifth) then YOU BET
I’ll be uploading photos of us at the top of the Eiffel Tower orriding a
Gondola in Venice, or having a swanky dinner anniversary dinner at Roka or
Hakkasan (or another restaurant that’s WAY to expensive to justify for a casual
dinner with friends) but for now I’m going to stop letting my relationship
status affect me and carry on snogging boys in Infernos at 3am on a Saturday
night.
Joking.
Maybe.
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