Huh…

Since searching for, funding, etc. a house by myself and in the process talking to others about their experiences and paying more attention to who amongst my friends are homeowners, I have realized a few things when it comes to single homeowners.

It seems as though my single guy friends with houses buy with the thought that someday they will get into a relationship and the woman will move in with him. So, they purchase larger homes often in the ‘burbs unless they are pretty wealthy and get a place close-in. My single girlfriends who buy are all in their late 30s or early 40s and they purchase small homes close-in. Most have come to the conclusion that they won’t find a relationship and they buy the home for themselves.

My girlfriends who are older and still hopeful tend to be renters thinking they will find a relationship and move in with the guy or get a house together. Some are still saving for that perfect large marital home outside the city where they will sit and wait for Mr. Right to help them fill 3,000 square feet of space and share the $2,000 mortgage. When I tell them about my house they say things like, “When you get in a relationship it will be tough to share such a small bathroom.” Or, “When you get in a relationship he probably won’t like that paint color.”

I will admit, when I decided to look for a house it was only after realizing that there was a possibility of me being single forever and I couldn’t sit around and wait for a relationship to happen. With the lack of quality and character of single men and the unreal expectations they have of women, I have pretty much given up. And that meant it was time to move on with my life…single.

I did not purchase the home with the idea that a man may or may not be in my life at some point. I purchased it assuming I may ne single for the rest of my life. As lonely as that sounds, it isn’t so bad once you come to terms with it. It is liberating, actually, because now I can really move on and just be.

Cutie left today. I didn’t get to see him before he left but I sent him a nice text. I have a feeling that now that I’m not an option for fucking, this is the end of that friendship. Which makes me a little sad but I’m not surprised. That’s how people are anymore. They take everything they can get from you and then throw you away like a piece of trash when they can’t squeeze out anything else from you. Sad world we live in, isn’t it?

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