There are parts of me that are bitter for various reasons but that is not why I don't have a man.
I don't have a man because I choose not too.
I have been asked out and hit on and well, as flattering as it may be, I am just not interested in starting a relationship right now. I am facing at some point, major surgery and I don't feel like dragging someone along for what could be a potentially very scary ride.
Some of the funny things I told Heidi were that it all starts out well and good. You go on a first date, have fun, sparks and butterflies everywhere. Things go great for awhile, months even and then before you even know what hit you, they are dropping their laundry off because their work week is suddenly very busy and they really need it done. Please be a sweetie and wash these for me usually followed by a love ya babe.
Then they start sleeping over leaving with each visit, more of their clothing that somehow ends up in your basket and toothbrushes and deodorant in your bathroom.
You shrug it off because as much as you hate the extra laundry, you're not sleeping alone.
Then in the blink of an eye it seems, they have officially moved in and hooking up their playstation and re-setting all the pre-set stations on the radio to some gawd awful shit that his momma used to love to listen to and drinking a dozen of your eggs raw before he goes off to work.
Then he's bringing home this thing that he calls a dress and wants you to wear it.
It's denim with gold stuff on the collar and he even bought you a pair of *gasp* cowboy boots. *shudder*
I really do believe that it was the dress that sent me over the edge.
He was sweet, would have done anything I asked of him or needed him to do but he had this thing about me wearing a dress and being all frilly and girly.
I did the dress thing for him once because I just couldn't stand listening to him whine about it anymore.
I wore it for 15 minutes.
Not the denim one either. That dress has never touched these shoulders and hips.
I wore a black skirt and black shirt and made myself as girly looking as I could possibly look without wanting to put my fist through the mirror.
He was giddy to say the least and then informed me that this is how he wanted me to dress from now on.
The relationship ended within the month.
I just couldn't go from hard working jeans and t-shirts all the time to suddenly having to remember that I was in a skirt and that means that climbing around on ladders and stairs and playing with the grocery cart were suddenly out. It also meant that I couldn't get dirty if need be. Things always need fixing and I fix them.

I know so many women who feel like they need to have a man. That their life will somehow be completely incomplete without a man in it. That the be all end all of their existence depends on whether or not there is man around.
I find it sad that they don't value their own company and feel unworthy unless they have a guy to call boyfriend so their girlfriends will stop harping on them about how lonely they must be.

And as for the lack of sex, who said there isn't any sex for single women? Who said there isn't any for me?
Back when I was a teenager and a young in my 20's gal, gossiping about the great sex or size and shape of a mans penis was all well and good but as you get older, you learn to cherish certain things, keep secrets if you will.
Just because I'm not talking about sex doesn't mean I'm not having any.
It just means I'm not discussing it with the whole world.