Liked it just fine when I was single.
I’ve gotten used to
Livin’ alone,
With nobody’s taste to consider but my own.
I can watch any television program I choose,
I don’t have to settle for football or news,
Living alone.
I’m used to sleepin’
All by myself,
Don’t fight for the covers with anybody else.
Hey, I can eat crackers in bed if I please,
I can have onions and Limburger cheese,
Livin’ alone.
I can go anywhere I want to
With no certain time to be home.
I can spend every penny I make,
And I don’t have to beg like a dog for a bone.
I’ve gotten used to
Livin’ alone,
I don’t have to answer the door or the telephone,
The sink’s full of dishes, there’s clothes on the floor,
The cap’s off the toothpaste and I just adore
Livin’ alone.
– Marie Cain, Living Alone
I have lived alone the majority of my adult life, had a live in girlfriend almost a decade ago. It helped me keep on my toes, the place was all cleaned up and I had the incentive to help keep it that way. Having mostly lived alone previously, I enjoyed the company. I guess the answer to the question is “yes, I like living alone”. But I think I would enjoy more to live with the right person. That’s the issue. Compatibility. When you’re a difficult person to live with, have become selective, set in ones ways, living alone is a luxury. A luxury I am grateful for. Although it has lonely aspects, I am fortunate, lucky to have this option.
To live alone. To be alone.
Alone with the name of a nut I do not even like.
Lived alone for four years.
I liked it okay, but I prefer living with others. I can get really lazy on my own, and having others around is good motivation not to spend all day in my jammies.
I love living alone.
Cooking alone for just me, though, kinda blows.
I lived with a roommate through college and right after college when I moved. HATED it. Finally got my own place at 26 years old and it was heaven. I gladly paid more to have my own space. I’m a private persoon and I cherish time alone. Now I’m married with kids, so that’s a distant memory. I love my family to pieces, so it’s a good deal. The messes drive me insane, that’s one thing I’ve never been able to get used to, picking up after kids all the time.
I’d rather live alone than with a person who is difficult to get along with, but I do get lonely when I live by myself. I hate being the only person in an empty house all evening, every evening.
Which is why I married a man who is easy to get along with.
I was married for nineteen years and then lived alone for six years. Remarried and lived with her for fifteen years and am now living alone.
I don’t exactly mind being alone but it does sometimes get lonely.
When I was single, I loved living alone. LOVED it. I’ll go so far as to say that I actively MISS it. Love my wife, and wouldn’t go back, but it’s freedom.
FWIW, I am a huge hermit, in general, and have been all my life.
Tom Waits said it best…
Joe
Yep. Wouldn’t have it any other way, now. I’ve learned my lesson.
I was my mother’s caregiver until her death nearly sixteen years ago (dear god, that long?? Wherethehell did the years go???). I lived with her until I was about 38, which puts me some 20 years behind you-who-are-my-peers in moving out of the family home.
It was one heckuva wake-up call, selling and buying a home, remembering to pay property taxes and such, and in general managing my money, now all on my own without mother’s ‘safety net.’ I bought a condo to avoid outside maintenance issues – had all that when I lived in a housing division, yard mowing and all thank you very much but you can keep all that – and have maintained ownership of it ever since.
Damn good thing, too, since two relationships in the last decade and a half – this last one seeing the demise of my engagement in August – self-destructed. I’d have been in a real pickle without the condo to fall back on both times, believe you me.
I’m officially done. I suppose I’d continue to date if the opportunity presented itself, but I won’t be moving out again - much less have anyone move in *with *me. I have outside interests, good friends, and two wonderful cats. That’s plenty enough.
The next time I move out of my condo, fellow dopers, I will have ‘shuffled off this mortal coil.’ 
I love living alone, I dread the though of a roommate, especially at my age, but it may not be an option much longer <sigh>
I’ve never lived alone ever, and it sounds like heaven. However, I know that I would turn very rapidly into the crazy old cat lady, and once I’ve crossed that line I won’t be turning back.
I’m really looking forward to it.
I loathe living with people no matter what, but can’t afford to live alone. Meh. I’ve never felt lonely once in my whole life.
Lived alone & been married - currently married.
Did I enjoy living alone? I liked having my independence and the ability to control my environment. I did not like being alone - I am an introvert and not good at the socializing - so I was mostly alone all the time.
Do I enjoy not living alone? I like having people around - but I guess I should have been more choosy about the people…
I was watching some comedian who said that when he was single and living alone, he sometimes felt sad and depressed at night going to bed alone. But it was better to be unhappy for a few minutes at the end of each day than to live with someone in a relationship and be unhappy all the time.
heh. me too, dung. cats are da bomb, aren’t they? 
I don’t know if I saw the same comedian, but this very quote kept me going for the first year or so after my separation. I’d get blue particularly when going to bed at night, and then remember this.
I lived alone for the first semester I transferred to a new college in 2006. I HATED it. I was more of a slob (knowing someone is watching and judging you leads me to be cleaner). I would skip class more then I ever did before or since. I hated it being quiet 100% of the time. And most of all, I was like Liz Lemon - I am terrified of choking and having to give myself the heimlich on the kitchen counter.
I currently live with my SO, but once he goes to law school in the summer I’ll live with 1-2 roommates. Only requirements are a dishwasher and my own bathroom.
I want someone to make sure I’m not dead, not share toiletries with me.
Oddly enough, when I was in my 20s and lived alone, I found Sundays to be very lonely. Thursday, Friday and Saturday night were party nights. You go out drinking with your friends or coworkers to parties or clubs or happy hours or whanot. You could even go out by yourself and probably have a halfway decent time. Heck, in my 20s, my friends and I typically rented shore houses and ski houses where we used to party it up all weekend long. Not to mention I was in an evening MBA program while working full time, so that also kept me pretty busy. But there was just something about Sunday nights that just sort of felt like no matter what you did or where you went or how much you socialized over the past couple of days, you’re basically coming home to spend Sunday night by yourself.
Not that I think that is necessarily a bad thing. Typically, while you are in high school and college and living at home with your family, there is a great deal of pressure to “be just like everyone else”. Being by yourself for a bit give you a chance to actually figure out what you want to be like.
I’ve only really lived alone for one year, when I was in a single dorm room my junior year of undergrad…but I LOVED it. I could sing along to my music and no one would hear me. I could read things aloud (which I love to do) without others telling me to stop. I could eat, wear, and watch whatever and WHENever I wanted. Sometimes I worried about something happening to me (like, my being seriously injured and not being able to reach a phone, or something), but the fear was never crippling, and I did have people I could call.
That being said, I can live and sleep with others as long as I have my space. I live with my parents and my boyfriend, and though I love it when I have the house to myself (as I sometimes do, as I tend to work weekends), I’m okay with them being here, too. I love cuddling with my boyfriend, but sometimes I just want to sit downstairs and do my own thing while he plays video games upstairs. And that’s okay.