I’m 36, unattached, and never been betrothed — and it’s not for lack of want. So, hold the stereotypes and reserves the judgment. Nobody knows the why, not even me. Maybe it’s on me, maybe not. So, let’s agree to presume innocence until proven otherwise.
If you can, do me a favor and ponder this — Why does my solo roaming of the world make you uncomfortable? Enough with the ‘solo travel’ inquisition. I mean, I don’t interrogate you why you’re knocking about with someone you seemingly detest. A joke, only a joke… just partly drawn from observations.
The puzzled side-eye I catch when I step onto a tourist bus unaccompanied? Look, it’s unnecessary. Now for the record, I am single. Absolutely single! There’s no friends with perks, and I have no intentions leading in that direction! Isn’t that supposed to be somewhat admirable?
Spare the sympathetic looks. I’m not a tragedy, I am taking the world by storm. If it wasn’t for your curious stares, I would probably forget that I’m unattached!
In case you were interested, I actually enjoy my own company. My dating history isn’t detailed, so I’m pretty experienced in making the solo good times roll.
So, you can rest assured, I’m not going to suppress my life, my fun, or my adventures simply because my single status breeds your discomfort. I can enjoy a spectacular dinner on my own. I can travel far and wide and make amazing memories, regardless of your skewed glances. I won’t dignify your questions with a response. And most certainly will not fabricate an imaginary better half, just to feasibly fit into your frame of acceptable adventurer. I owe you no explanations. I answer to an audience of one: my Creator.
And before you start with the ‘two are better than one’ talk, let me remind you: everything has its own perfect timing and in this chapter of my journey? Solo is the perfect number.
Wells of Wonder 