“I like serious relationships. And a girl like me don’t stay single for long” - Fergie in Clumsy .
This, I have to say, is the truest confession of any hopeless romantic.
I’ve met tons of girls who love being single for as long as I know them. It’s great. For a whole six months before I met my boyfriend, I too was in a state of single-stacy. A ride on the wild side? Hell yeah. There isn't a better time for that. The cherry on the single-life-cupcake is the independence, the freedom and the perpetual me-time. Ask someone who’s been in a relationship for more than a year and they’ll tick the pros of being single, off their fingers in a seconds.
Ask a single lady who’s been in the singles bandwagon, for well...quite a while. They’ll look happy, carefree and available all the time. How do you spot one? Well, for starters look for a girl with waxed, perfectly smooth(read hairless) legs and arms all the time. Her fingertips and toenails are perfectly manicured. Her hair is blow dried and hair sprayed, with not a hair out of place. If you happen to look through her bag, you will find a card for a year-long gym membership. Her clothes, shoes, bags and accessories would be so immaculate that it would rouse the green monster in a ‘taken’ girl. Frequent girl days out, luncheons and the endless night outs is a typical week for her. Maybe, such perfection is an exaggeration, but hey, you get the drift.
You will think that being a single, independent, sassy girl is the a fairytale life. I for one, am all for singledom. Though I dread the thought of growing old alone. It all boils down to a vision of me sitting on a rocking chair, drinking unsweetened chamomile tea, cuddling my Cocker Spaniel. Alone. This would give anyone, irrespective of their upbringing, nationality, sex and faith, a feeling of deep dread and despair. Simply because I could not get along with anyone long enough to grow old with them.
I know girls and guys who are 22 but never have been kissed. And I’m talking about witty, smart and attractive people. It’s not as if that is a sad, wrong or bad. Sure, you are waiting for your idea of the perfect someone. Sure, you are entitled to get nothing but the best. After all, you’ve waited for so long. Unfortunately, relationships don’t just happen. Nor do you need to make them happen. Let’s say, you kinda have to tread the fine line between these two. Having said that, there’s really no point living in a bubble-like illusion that when you fall in love it will be with the works. Rain falling softly, a string quartet playing in the background, you standing there speechless while that someone gently sweeps you off your feet. Nor will your first kiss be Taylor Swift-perfect. It’s going to be clumsy, with you grinning like a Cheshire cat while he kisses your teeth instead of your lips. I won’t deny that it’ll still be euphoric. And sometimes you might have to kiss a dozen frogs before you find your prince or princess.
You will inevitably find someone or your parents (from where I come from) will select a partner for you. The objective is served but you will wake up one day, next to your supposed soulmate with whom you are having a perfect relationship and wonder if you could have done better(or worse) and the miss out on the whole experience of the relationships-that-did-not-work-out. So my word to all you singles, is to get out there. Go ask that girl who has been secretly crushing on you, oblivious to the fact that you know about it. Have that clumsy first kiss, get caught making-out, cry your eyes out, laugh till your insides hurt, take off to a a place with no plans, sneak out after midnight for a walk together, get stoned, drunk and high all at the same time. Be spontaneous, be carefree and go forth. For you are young and alive, and there should’nt be anything to hold you back and stop you from doing anything you desire.
