Earthy? Check. Gotsta like that naytcha!
Sarcastic? Yup.
Loves NYC? Oops. More of a Pacific Northwest type, myself.
Hiking? Uh-huh. Had a nice hike up on Quadra Island, B.C. last month.
Eating out? Yes. Although I like to cook.
Crosswords and Boggle? Yes to the former, never tried the latter.
Gentle yet rugged, witty, literary guy? Sounds like me. (Haven’t written any books, but I read many.)
Tall, dark, handsome? Just under sic feet, light, and at least small children don’t hide behind their mothers’ skirts at my approach.
I’d like to find an intelligent girl who likes flying and filmmaking… and who can put up with my incessant sense of humour. (Ex-g/f would say, “He’s always like that. You’ll get used to him.” )
Hey, hey, hey! Some of us tried during ChiDope, but couldn’t get anything from you except a dare to go kiss thinksnow. Hell, I may not be tall and dark. But I’m modeartely cute, with a great sense of humor.
I agree with a lot of the sentiments in this thread. I relish my independence, but as I’ve said before, I don’t like having to be independent every single moment of every single day. That said, I find it extremely difficult to ask for help or support from friends, partially because I so seldom need it.
I’ve been having nightmares related to the events of the 11th on and off, and when I wake up panicked, there’s no one there to comfort me. Same thing applies when thunder wakes me up and I think it’s a bomb. It would really be nice to have someone to snuggle up with.
I’ve found this to be very much the case with me. I’m in a heightened emotional state, and every reaction I’ve been having lately is a little more extreme than it would be normally.
As a single dude myself, I pretty much agree with people in this thread. I’d love to have someone to share these times with. But the need isn’t enough to go out and make a rash decision and commit to someone unnecessarily.
But you know, I have to say, this just says that we single people have to stick together.
A network of close friends isn’t the same as a significant others, admittedly. But dammit it really provides some support.
So, think of your own single friends, especially the ones that you haven’t seen in a while. And make sure you contact them and do nice things for them!
porcupine hun, me too. Not a lot of nightmares but the occasional one that shakes me. Not being able to really discuss it face to face with one that I love an honor has made it difficult to understand why I have had them. One in particular started out as a normal dream but ended up with the northern part of our city being blown up…specifically near or on the Air Force Academy. I can’t really explain it well but living in a town filled with military installations kind of freaks me out.
See, that’s the kind of thing I need to discuss with someone but it just sounds silly when I type it out. I don’t know, maybe someday we all will be able to have that SO that helps us deal with events in our lives. This was just one event that shook us all, to the core.
We all deal with it in different ways but having a person that comes home from a day at work to discuss the mundane business crap, someone to look to when you wake up from a bad dream, someone that gives you a sense of “hey the world isn’t perfect but I love you” is what I realize some of us need.
I wish all my SDMB single friends love and caring and any of you can email me anytime. We can be here in a way to reach out in the face of this and support each other so we know we aren’t alone. Many of you are like me and don’t want to burden your families or friends who have children or maybe they simply can’t understand where you are coming from. This is a plea to all my single friends here on this board to band together in friendship and reach out.
I don’t need to look into the face of tragedy to know that being single sucks. I figured that out long ago.
Being single is a lot less than being half of a couple. Being half of a couple means that there’s at least one person in the world who thinks you’re more important than everyone else in the world. Being single means that in all of those times when the world splits up into twos you’re left being just one. Being half of a couple means that when you face all the difficulties of life, at least there’ll be one person watching your back. Being single means being alone.
One bad part about being single is that there’s no one close enough to you to call you on your bullshit (pardon my French). Everyone else is too polite.
I’ve been single for a total of 5 years since I was 18. I sure don’t like it. Married 13 years the first time, then two years single, married 6.5 years the second time, then two years single, married less than 2 years the third time. Now less than a year single. Thank goodness the third wasn’t 3.25 years – I’d think I was doing half-lives of marriage.
I have adult children now, and I really try to rein myself back from leaning on them. It’s not their fault I’m single. I have friends I love, but I don’t want them to have to see me as needy. I have family that love me, but if they know I’m devastated, they will feel terrible, so I try to fake it out. Yes, a husband is truly a wonderful thing. You can take turns taking care of each other. You can be so honest.
Hmm, maybe that’s why I’ve gone through three husbands… no, just kidding, no male-bashing here, just me-bashing. I’ve had the opportunity to live with more than my share of wonderful men. (But I’m not giving up on finding the guy I’ll finish my life with.)
I don’t agree that being single makes you less than half of being a couple. But it’s sure as heck nice to be able to say, “Did you hear that strange noise?” and get back the reassuring, “No, go back to sleep”.
Plus, getting to argue about stuff. Plus, your spouse guilting you into going to some activity you wouldn’t have gone to otherwise – and you end up having a blast.
Plus, sex, but I never say that in public.
-Sue
p.s. There’s some bad math here. I’m 47 and this adds to… 44?
I agree being single during times of horrific events is tough and so I too post my personal
Single, sarcastic, large cuddly bear size ,white male 27 southern NJ area looking for single woman with a great sense of humor, and toleration of poor singing
Especially when you meet someone incredibly smart, funny and sexy…and then she flakes out on you, standing you up a few times, ignoring you when you come over, but still calling you and wanting to make plans. You’d think I’d have learned about getting my hopes up, but nooooo.
Heh, I’m whining, sorry. It’s a real pisser to be lonely. I could rant for pages about it…
It sure does, particularly when you find yourself responding to this sort of thread at 10:20 on a Saturday night. And you realize all the ice cream’s gone.
That’s funny…KSO and I seem to be living the same life a time zone apart.
I’ve spent the last two and a half weeks feeling my SO-lessness more and more. I’m like Medea’s Child; I keep wishing for someone warm and solid at night. Poor Hamlet the teddy bear is doing everything he can to help, but it just isn’t working. It probably doesn’t help that I spent a chunk of last weekend with the object of my obsession, er, affections.
I’m a long way from my family. My closest friends are also hundreds of miles away, and my close friends here, while I love them dearly, haven’t had much exposure to VulnerableJunie. I can’t think of a single person that I could ask for a hug right now. It’s been a week since anyone touched me.
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