Living single in america

is one of those most socially dangerous things you can do.

My friend explained, “I had a gun pulled on me” –albeit, my friend was boning a married woman whose husband was a bouncer. But still. Dangerous.

Today, I lost whatever modicum of integrity I still had by asking a coworker on a date–then finding out she has a boyfriend. In front of the entire office.

Living single sucks. Period. Or maybe, semicolon; because it’s also a smattering of the most exciting and rewarding experiences in my life.

I can’t say I chose it.

But I’m gonna choose to love it.