Yeah, I know how egotistical that sounds, on the face of it. But I was talking to one of my rad Christian girl friends the other night, and I want to share a story she told.
She was thinking about stereotypical couples–you know, the tall, skinny guy and his cuddly-sized wife. The sloppy girl and her neatfreak partner. The domineering wife and her hen-pecked husband. And she jokingly thought to herself, “I could get a spouse if I wanted to. Just go out and find me a tall, skinny guy with a big nose.”
It was a humorous thought, but it brought her to a bigger realization. Yes, she could get a spouse if she wanted. She is capable of getting out there, signing up for online dating websites or joining meetup groups, going to the usual places where you meet a spouse. She’s perfectly capable of introducing herself to someone, flirting, pursuing a deeper connection. She could.
If she wanted to. Which she doesn’t.
She related the story to me, and I laughed, but I wasn’t laughing at her. I was laughing because I’ve had that moment too.
It’s that moment when you realize, not for the first time, but in a new way, that you like being single. You aren’t in search of a life-partner to share your bed. You are content with your life the way it is, and you have no desire to change that.
Fellow singles, have you had that moment? I want to hear about it!