My name is Airah and I am single, and here are some things you need to know.
I am not a man hater. I don’t think men are scum. True, there have been instances where the male species made me want to roll my eyes out like slot machines at a million miles per hour. Sometimes they use their dicks more often than their brains. But there are moments where I find them redeemable and, dare I say it, attractive. I love a man with wit and a sense of humor, who can make me laugh even if it’s a dad joke. It also wouldn’t hurt if he was a man of culture and taste. And, most importantly, it reaaaaaally wouldn’t hurt me even a tiny bit if they looked like football players in the World Cup. So I don’t hate men. I love men. A little too much in fact.
I don’t have insanely high standards. Albeit it is important for a woman, or any woman, to have an idea of what their future partner will be like, I’m realistic. I know I’m not perfect, and I’m not saying that to bring myself down. I still think I’m a strong independent black woman on the inside. Yet I wouldn’t expect myself to marry someone immaculate because that only happens in the unrealistic contemporary romance novels twenty- to fifty-somethings like to read nowadays to quell the drought and unleash their wildest, messed up fantasies. Hey, it’s all relative anyway. Besides, it would be hard to keep up with it. I still like to look like a slob every now and then, like sweatpants and baggy jackets with mysterious holes in them.
I like being alone. I enjoy eating by my lonesome self with a good book for company. I like to watch movies alone even if the rest of my friends don’t prefer it. I walk aimlessly around the mall, with no one to ask if the clothes I try on make me look baggy. I don’t ask anyone, not even my own father, to pick me up when I have a ton of shit to bring home. I have an app for that. More often than not, I’d like to be by myself than be surrounded by people I don’t enjoy spending time with. I’m an introvert, where I have a very low social interaction budget, and that’s perfectly fine with me.
I’m not desperate for a relationship. I don’t need another person to make me complete. I’ve tried that before and when they left, it didn’t matter to me eventually. I can rely on myself, which is why I have the strength to help others who can’t help themselves. Relationships are welcome, but not a priority as of yet.
I have plenty of time. I don’t know what the future brings, for all I know this could be my last. And even if it was, not having a relationship is excluded from my list of regrets. I’d be much more concerned about the fact that I missed out on spending some time with my loved ones, reading all the books in the world, going to places, and taking risks. I don’t want to dwell on my inevitability, I can only make the most of the borrowed time that I have. And relationship is not something I feel that lacks me.