People are always talking about dumb reasons why people date and marry, I wonder if there are any dumb reasons why people stay single.
I do WHAT I want WHEN I want. No compromising!
sniff, I’m so lonely…
Pick any human behaviour: someone, somewhere, is doing it (or not doing it) for a dumb reason. 
I stayed single for my first two and a half years or so at college in large part because at the time I thought I was enjoying myself more by spending my time on Everquest.
A year later, while I still think I want to play it every now and then, the not-single thing is WAY better. So I’d say I stayed single for a pretty dumb reason.
How about inability to attract the opposite sex? That one came to mind immediately. :dubious:
I like to read in bed. 
I was single for almost a year because every guy I met seemed like a waste of time. Or every guy I met had some sort of crazy issues or baggage. I guess those aren’t really dumb reasons…but if I were single now I’d probably be single forever because of the simple fact that I’m an internet addict and don’t really go out and do a whole lot. Luckily my boyfriend is the same way :).
Not sure if you would consider it single, per se …
I went through a 5 year time when I saw 5 or 6 different men on a sort of friends with benefits basis because of a couple reasons-
It was the late 70s early 80s and the whole sex scene was a lot more casual, and STDs were not as demonic as they became just a few years later.
I had a killer job, was making good money and could afford an excellent appartment with no roomies needed to pay the bills.
None of the guys around seemed like anybody I wanted to do anything serious with - they had baggage/issues/serious juvenile behavior/into drugs. Even the ‘mr right’ that i found and moved out of state with turned into an abuser [which i attribute to moving back to his original hometown, where he had a seriously bad marriage and he couldn’t separate me from her in his mind.]
I liked sex, and the snuggling/hanging out aspects of relationships, but just couldnt see myself in a relationship 
and as I am really not into masturbation the whole friends with benefits seemed to work out fine for me.
I go through periods now where I really would just like to have a job, and a small apartment to myself and visit mrAru on weekends … sort of running away from home as it were [we have roommates and sometimes I am like Garbo - I vant to be alone. Shutting the bedroom door and turning the music up LOUD just doesnt cut it. If I had a damned job, we could get rid of one pair of roomies and move the other one out of the house and into the studio it would be a hell of a lot better!]
Being a crazed disciple of Tom Leykis is a pretty dumb reason. I work with a lot of single and bitter young men who swear by his excellent advice, neatly missing the fact that his ‘system’ is meant to get one laid by skanks, not an actual life guide to happiness.
You know, fist time I heard this guy, I thought it was a joke. I was thinking (at the time) this guy must have gone on a tangent or something and started a spur of the moment men vs. women tyrade. So I was rather enjoying myself listening to his show. Got quite a few chuckles out of it actually.
The next time I happened to hear the guy I soon realized that this dude isn’t kidding. HE REALLY BELIEVES this shit comming out of his mouth!! Now I just feel sorry for the poor bastard. And any listeners that atually take him seriously.
For the dumbest reason of all: Because there are laws against Gay men getting married.
Brought to you by the voters who believe in the “sanctity of marriage” in a country where the divorce rate is, uh, 50%? Whereas my SO and I are celebrating 25 years together this February.
Bitter?
Na…what makes you think that?
(This is going to wander slightly off topic. Sorry.)
When I was single from October 2004 to December 2004 it was because I was bitter over my first vaguely serious relationship failing miserably, and I stayed in my dorm room playing GTA: Vice City all day and getting fat on vodka, pot and its associated munchie fever, and Chick-Fil-A.
When I was single from December 2004 to April 2005 it was because I was hanging on by my fingernails to my “friend with benefits” with whom I’d had a great summer fling the last, well, summer. I didn’t like the sex anymore, and I didn’t like hanging out with her anymore, either. I had basically begged and pleaded her to stick with me (no pun intended), so I was too embarrassed to say that the spark was gone, so I didn’t. Anyway, I didn’t want to throw away the sex I was getting because the last fall had taught me that it’s not often easily replaced. She figured it out and called my bluff and then it was over.
From April to late May I was single because I was having a fling with a girl who was going out with another guy. I thought there was no better life than going around getting girls to cheat on their boyfriends with me. I never “scored” and she dropped me like a bad habit.
From June to the end of August I was single because I was in boot camp.
From September until just over two weeks ago I was single because I was trying too hard to find a girl, but throwing away the one or two girls I had chances with because I judged them as not being good enough.
Now I’m in a great relationship with an amazing woman and I think we’re perfect for each other, and she says she does too. My favorite thing about it is that I no longer lie awake in my bed at night, feeling lonely, listening to songs I used to make out to and thinking about how terrible my life is. Now when I go to sleep I look forward to seeing her the next day. My life is SO much better!
Because I can’t sleep with someone touching me? In all seriousness, it’s okay once or twice a week. But I get cranky when forced to share my bed on a regular basis.
Because I am gutless, and I have failed to ask out the half dozen women I have seriously liked over the past few years. And I just end up feeling sorry for myself and beat myself up for being a wuss, which drives me further away from the self esteem I need to actually ask. <sigh> <— I am doing it right now :(… I am going to stop typing before I start to cry.
Because I’ve been married twice and had four live-in girlfriends (not all at the same time). I’m 100% sure that I am happier living alone and single.
Nobody will sleep with me because I sleep on a mat on the floor.
In addition to having my own space and doing whatever I want, I get to meet new women. I guess I just have fun meeting new girls. Thirty-one is too young never to have another first kiss again, call me in a few years.
I kept turning down my now-fiance because I was happy being single.
Silly reasons for remaining single…
Because I’m not a movie star?
Because I am imperfect, have a history of lousy social skills, and believe I would scare women off once they got to know me?
Because I’m 42 years old and, in my more negative moods, all too often believe that my dating days are over?
Because I keep meeting all these great women who are married or lesbian or both?
Because for much of the past year, I was paycheque-to-paycheque broke and therefore threadbare and did not think that I was attractive enough, clothingwise?
Because after reading Elena Pettrova’s guide on finding a Russian wife, I realised just how far I have to go on becoming good husband material?
I think those will do…
I knew a woman who wouldn’t get married because no one offered her an engagement ring that was at least two carats.
She finally roped a suc…er…met a man who met her qualifications. But I’m not sure she loved him as much as the ones who didnt’ make the mark.