I haven’t been a complete hermit lately but I’m still at the stage where spending time alone feels like a treat. The women I have hung out with recently are distracted by burgeoning romantic relationships or actively searching for them; our time together is oriented toward those conversations and pursuits. I don’t blame them for this, but I’ve got other things on my mind these days. In lieu of people to discuss them with, I prefer to spend time alone, roaming around my own head.
Although I’ve always liked having a social life I’ve come to accept, especially as I get older, that I’m a pretty big introvert. If I do end up with a partner, it will probably be a fellow introvert. I liked this blog post:
The older I get the more I like being on my own. This is not a bad thing as I spend the vast majority of my time actually alone. I work from home and I live alone. I am single. I’m an introvert and find large groups of people exhausting (one-on-one I love). I’m not particularly shy, and can be downright gregarious in the right situation, but on the whole, I prefer my own company.