I haven’t seriously considered dating since my divorce, 7 years ago.

Being single to me means I am not with a man on purpose.

Some of my main reasons to remain single are:

Being unable to identify early warning red flags that he may be a narcistic evil villain until it is too late.

I was 23 the last time I was single. I had a 23-year-old body and 23 -year- old skin.

And I have a lot of baggage. God, do I carry a lot of baggage.  I am proud to be handling it so well now days, but for some reason I don’t think I should be writing it all in my dating profile.

I’m probably out of touch with online dating.  One of my coworkers mentioned to me today that she had met someone, and I asked how.  She met him on Tinger or Tinter or something that sounded like that.

I can take a dirty fork out of the dishwasher because I’m guaranteed I was the only one who had used it.

Small things can be big things now.