Typically narcissistic blogging.

Being Single IV: Things I miss

I have finally begun to realize that I am getting rather tired of being single. It’s not so much that I am for sure ready to date and look for a love and partner. It’s more these isolated moments in my days and nights when I realize I am missing something.

Sometimes I lounge on my couch watching TV, and I realize I am missing the weight and warmth of a body—not just beside me, but with me, snuggled close.

Some evenings I read in bed, and I realize that I would rather be—get your mind out of the gutter, Gentle Reader—reading to somebody else. My favorite book to read aloud is, by the way, Neil Gaiman’s Coraline. Yes, I can be cajoled into doing voices.

Sometimes I walk down the street and I realize I want to hold somebody’s hand.

Some nights I roll over in bed and wish I were rolling over to put my arm around somebody, to bury my face in warmth and skin.

Some mornings I wish I had somebody for whom I could make breakfast. For one thing, it would be a good excuse to find out if I can flip four eggs without a spatula, not just two.

Sometimes, I miss having somebody I can call to say, “Come over. I miss you, and so do my hands.”

I wonder how long I will be okay with missing these things. It’s obviously not going to last.

One response

  1. It’s a good life, provided you can find a like mind. Every day is a new adventure. Life is a constant surprise.

    November 15, 2011 at 1:34 pm

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