I’m Just The Boy Who’s Had Too Many Chances
Posted on Tuesday, April 25th, by CJ
Bachelorhood rocks.
I live alone. I do what I want, when I want and with who I want. I answer to no one except those who I choose to make plans with. I wear what I want, I go out as late as I want, I go out with who I want. I don't feel guilty about flirting with women when I do go out, I don't have to call anyone to let them know if I'll be late, and I don't get disapproving looks when I do get home late. The benefits go on, but that's just a small smattering.
Yeah. Here's the problem: I'm getting to that age where most of my friends are coupling. The last several weekends where I've gone out with friends, I've been the odd-numbered wheel. And while I appreciate the fact that my friends like having me around so much that they'll include me in their couple-time, it's still a little disconcerting when it's very much the obvious thing that I'm the odd man out.
It's not like I'm not trying to find someone to couple up with. (I know, everyone says "you find someone when you're not looking." I wasn't looking for the entire year of 2005. I didn't find anyone. I've been looking for someone for the past four months. I haven't found anyone. But I digress.)
Odd numbers are… unpleasant. Being the odd man out is not always the nicest thing in the world, like when your couple friends suggest you go to a bar where there's dancing, and it's all just couples dancing with each other and you turn into the dork dancing in his own little space. Or when you go see March of the Penguins II: The Penguins Fight Back and you have to look for an odd number of seats when everyone else in the theater is cuddling with their attachments during the previews for Bridget Jones IX: Renee Zellweger's Eyes Can't Get Any Scrunchier.
One may not be the loneliest number… but three, five and seven are in competition for the title.
May 6th, at 10:23 pm
That made me laugh out loud. I might very well be your doppelganger because I’m living that life as well. But I have to quarrel with one point - I CAN’T go out with whoever I want anymore because all these bastards have boyfriends/girlfriends/husbands/wives and are not interested in going out and having a good time, making sure that their good friend goes home with a hot new man. All they want to do it stay home and cuddle with aforementioned partner. And that’s bullshit by the way, the whole you’ll find someone when you’re not looking. The truth is, it’s too late for us. Everyone is taken up, we’re going to have to settle. Or wait till they all get divorced…