"It's okay that I am alone."
"But maybe there is something wrong with me?"
"Maybe I'm just too picky."
"I'm young, I should be out there having sex."
"But I hate having sex with people I'm not really attracted to."
"Except when I'm traveling."
It was amazing how many times I could run through the same thoughts without arriving at any resolution.
I was not a social leper at age twenty-five. But I was not the most accomplished dater or girlfriend either.
Of course there had been flings, obsessions, dalliances, some of them even temporarily earth-moving, but none that had ever transformed me into someone's girlfriend for longer than four months.
These first few paragraphs of Quirkyalone are ringing very true for me. (A year ago, I was asking, "I'm 24 and I've never dated anyone for more than a few months -- isn't that a sign of some kind of a problem?") Unlike the author of the book, though, I don't seem to have a cluster of female friends in the same boat. It seems like all of them are in a relationship of considerable length -- or at least have been in a relationship of considerable length at some point. Interestingly enough, a lot more of my male friends seem to fit the usually-single pattern.
What do y'all think of this book? I'm not sure yet if it's my cup of tea. The cutesy collage-y page layouts bug, and it all just seems a little too "Yay! Look how great it is that we're so weird!" I don't think that usually-singlehood is either good or bad. It's just a way I am, or at least a way I've been.