When someone says that they’re single, I ask myself if it’s someone I’d have sex with.
When somebody tells me that some other person is single, I assume that the person who told me wants me and the single person to get together.
Hey!
And you’re wrong. There’s something wrong with everyone else.
Hmmmm… well, to be married and have kids, you trade privacy and freedom for companionship and support. So I assume that a single person of an age where they have had time to get hitched if they wanted to–say about 30–values privacy and freedom more than companionship and support.
If you started this thread to hear some dirt about what married people think of single people, my juiciest bit (as a happily married person) is that there is a “type” of woman who seems to enjoy the emotional turmoil of uncertainty way more than she enjoys the stability of a relationship. She sometimes blunders into a relationship but quickly sabotages it so that she can feel lots of delicious and slightly unpleasant things, quote a lot of lyrics on Facebook, and have her gay friends take her out drinking and tell her she’s fabulous.