So, it was Valentine’s Day. What does one do? Go out for a prix fixe dinner (the Chilean sea bass is to die for!) with your sweetheart or cry by yourself in the dark? Well, in my case, it was year 87th of crying alone in the dark. Pretty sure when I hit year 100 I get a prize… the release of death. I kid, I kid. Being alone of V-Day ain’t such a bad thing. That said, I’m sure having someone take me for dinner and tell me I’m pretty wouldn’t be too bad either. At this time of the year, one gives thought aboot being single or in a relationship. Which is better? Being in a relationship or a young single in the city?

The Case For The Ol’ Ball & Chain
You can let yourself go. Me, I go to the gym like four times a week. I spin, I run, I master stairs. I lift, I pull, I dip, I raise. And for what, exactly? For all of the wild sex I’m having when I’m sitting at home on Friday nights? Now, if I were to have a boyfriend, I could slowly stop going to the gym. First only three days a week, then two, then — finally, the sweet awesomeness of sitting around in my sweatpants eating bon bons. Of course, I suppose this could make him want to leave me, but those few months of eating and being lazy would be killer! And, I suppose I won’t get one without the gym, but… Once he’s in the bag… hello! And in the same line of thought… I’m sure we all remember when we finally let ourselves be a bit gross in front of our dreamlovers? Isn’t it nice to not hold that fart all night long until he leaves or just let out a nice juicy belch after chugging all them beers? Maybe it’s a guy thing, but I think it’s awesome.

Single Women In An Urban Setting With Fabulous Careers & Multiple Sex Partners Have More Fun
Sex & The City was on to something! When you don’t have some douche boyfriend tying you down, you can feel free to go live it up at all the new hotspots and not worry about any jealousy. You can accept that drink from some guy without any guilt. Grinding all up on someone’s junk? Perfectly fine. Slutty, but fine. And isn’t there something magical about the walk of shame? Those tight jeans and pointy shoes really look fantastic in the full light of day, don’t they? And of course, as SATC taught us, the best part of hooking up with strangers is the brunch the next day to talk about who sizzled and who fizzled.

Now, for me, all the things that make single life great would be fantastic if I were getting any of those. Casual sex? Sign me up! Walks of shame? I would keep my head held high. Sadly, these events have not happened to me in many moons. Just me and my Warcraft and Veronica Mars marathons to keep me company. Would a boyfriend be a better substitution? I honestly don’t remember. I’m sure once I got one I’d yearn for the single days, but I guess on Valentine’s, one thinks the grass is always greener and the rose is always redder.