the odd couple
I’m beginning to understand why my roommate and I became friends.
Despite being in his early thirties, he’s disinclined to socializing, and his favored position is prone on the sofa, in front of the TV, with an iPad on his stomach. He’s happy to have an uninteresting and low-demand job and to not do much outside of it.
I, on the other hand, have held dynamic jobs, exercise daily, read, cook, and get out on the town several times a week.
So what was the initial connection? I have to conclude it was that I was pushing forty when we met. Despite my much more active lifestyle, the social world just doesn’t yield much for a single, fortysomething woman. He probably thought of me as safe and nonthreatening and in need of companions.
I’m glad we formed a friendship. We took some excellent trips together, trips I couldn’t have taken alone, and had some good times. Elements of the friendship are beginning to depress me a little now though.
I have PMS this week and have attended three events in a row alone, so I probably just need to curl up at home for a while and get through this current dreary mood. My recent attempts at online dating aren’t helping. I had the one date with the guy I suspect is gay, but the three I wrote this week didn’t pan out into actual meetings. And I just can’t find anyone else I’d want to write.
I’m kind of at a loss again about how I’ll make connections here, although I’m thankful I have a couple of friends occasionally willing to meet up.
I liked Bella DePaulo’s response to this headline:
Yet I also thought the original article had some true things to say about staying single. In some ways I envy millennials in that maybe they will have more single companions to hang out with when they got older. I thought they were all getting married young, but I guess not: