However, as I also happen to think that I'm pretty awesome and yet clearly a social pariah in my own pathetic singleness, I feel less than equipped to assure everyone about the temporariness of this rough patch. Instead, I quote ita, repulsively unpartnerable singletons unite!

Hear, hear!

Trudy, tons of ~ma to your sister.

Oh yes. And make sure they get it all!

Much ~ma for your sister, Trudy.

I'm starting to feel better. There is a lot less coughing. My throat feels pretty raw still, but that is to be expected, after all that. But I think I'm on the mend.

Glad to hear it, Andi.

Health~ma to your sister, Trudy.

Oh, Andi. I missed you were feeling bad, sorry. Glad to hear you're getting better.

much ~ma for Trudy's sister.

looks at how long she's been single.

joins the repulsive singletons club.

joins the repulsive singletons club.

Yep, me too. At least the company will be nice.

At this point, after being single for almost ever, I think a huge part of me will freak out when being in a relationship is even an option. I usually say "no" to offers without thinking. I want to like something about you before we go to a date, not spending two hours with someone and pretend we could be a good couple (because I'm so very good at pretending, even though I hate every second of it).

I'm all "it'll come when it'll come, no rush" girl, and between my mostly nos policy to my blazing hatred to dating, I can see why I'm single. I just have no ambition in this department. Sure, one day, it could be nice to examine the idea, but man, it seems like too much work.

I'm sure that when I'll be in love this will change, but right now? Happy where I am, thank you, and I'll have to hurt you if you'll try and blind date me to another human being.