![]() Often when I see a couple looking sickeningly in love in public, I ponder how they came to meet. As a wise Ru Paul once said, ‘If you can’t love yourself, how the hell you gon’ love someone else?’. In my humble opinion, it’s important to categorically look out for number one first, know yourself and the rest will follow. It’s great to have that special someone to share the highs and the lows with, but by no means does it equate to life being complete. That isn’t to say you can’t be independent and in a relationship of course. Such events were once a possibility, not just a whimsical daydream of a hopeless romantic or more likely, an embarrassing encounter of the modern-day singleton.Īs a permanently independant woman who indulges in the occasional booty call to her side piece Papa John, I never really find myself yearning for a man. A brush of hands reaching for the same book that leads to conversation then coffee, two kids and a mortgage. The fleeting glance across a train carriage. ![]() Not that we ever did because at its peak we were 14 and naive necking Bacardi Breezers at a mate’s house party and trying to snog Tom from physics. Gone are the days of skimming through the lonely hearts column. It’s the reason most of us download Tinder. Home alone again on a Friday night with only reruns of House and your cat for company.
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