Single Chewers only!!!!

Well, just look at my profile pic and you'll see why I'm single!

Well, hang around here twenty minutes and you'll see why I'm single!

Uh...yeah...what they said.

I've been single for about 3 years now and it's been killing me.

Of course I go chasing after the wrong girl when the right girl was right there in front of me- and when I realized my mistake...it was too late, she was gone. Gahhh....I suck.

This is the thread I needed 6 months ago. But now I must flee before I am beaten with rods.

"GET THE RODS!"

Do divorcees count?

I would say that's a big yes....and probably in the "single and proud of it" crowd.

I would think so.

And damn it, I wanna GET SOME!

There, I said it.

I'm still young, so I'm not worried about getting married yet. I guess you could say I'm single and proud, but I do see the benefits of getting hitched, so I'm kind of in the middle.

Of course, any woman I meet would have to be able to deal with my right-wingedness.

...and wailing loud on your axe with millions of really, super hot babe ninjas in the background all wanting to get to know you! Then you'd flip out and cut all their heads off with your ninja sword and it would ROCK!

And then you'd get sued by Mortal Kombat.

I just want to be the mysterious quiet journalist-type at the bar...with a straight scotch and a beer.

Check please.

I didn't realize how bad things were until I realized I'm listening to The Cure.

Probably some two-pointer who hasn't really learned the finer points...but is younger and therefore prettier.

And the really good ones sit at the bar with Scotch...confident.

I am single, but have adjusted to it. It has it moments, and I can't really complain about it. I am very independent, and find joy in being that way. I, however, hate changing tires, but I can do it. I found out that I can do about anything I put my mind to. That is, if I really want to. It is totally a mind thing.

I think that loneliness abounds us sometimes, but my daughter keeps me hopping. I enjoy the times I spend with her, and we have so much fun. She likes to play tennis as much as I do, and I try to like her music. She keeps me young.

Poxy, you look great. Quit saying things like the above. Sometimes finding the right person takes time. My philosophy is, If it was meant to be..it will..If not, so what?

I don't like bitching how I'm single, but sometimes I wonder how much I really want to be in a relationship. It's not that I have a fear of commitment; I have a fear of ends. I have a fear of becoming emotionally invested in someone else and then, uh oh, she can't handle relationships, buh-bye.

But then again, why should I feel any need to be in a relationship in the first place? What's the basis for being in a relationship? Some say that it's impossible to love someone else until you love yourself. I have tested this theory and proven it false. I loathe myself most of the time and yet I find myself head over heels for girls who will always see me as a brother-figure (which means not only is my love unrequited, I get to feel dirty in the process). Should you be with someone because you don't want to be alone? Should you be with someone because you feel you have love to give? Should you be with someone because you have some sort of connection? Or maybe I should just learn a little self-sufficency before I go in search for the love of others.

So I'm trying to find ways to feel better about being single (still trying) and ways not to puke and wallow in misery when I see happy couples walk by (still trying).

Okay, now that I feel like a little bitch, I'm going back to watch Buffy.

Matt...I'm gonna buy you a beer. One of these days, my friend.

You said exactly what I would type in this thread, which takes away any necessity for me to even finish up the half-page I was in the middle of writing.

I should add though that I have a vehement, seething hate for Valentines Day. That's the sole reason I refuse to partake in the "valentine-from-a-chewer" thing. The expectations of this time is really something that gets under my skin, and the constant barrage of couplehood-like things going on irritates me beyond belief. I plan on staying away from ANY theaters or malls until well into March to keep myself from ending up in terminal therapy. Maybe just some 151 and a couple percocet will help ease the pain.

I'm gonna follow the rules and not post in here...

My last g/f tried to have me arrested, my parents arrested, stole several thousand dollars worth of stuff from me. Talk about psycho. All because I dumped her after 2 weeks of being together. She was acting like I had actually said the L word.

I am single and hoping to find a female to share my time with on a romantic level. Several of my personal best friends are females but there is no relationship to be had there. Sigh....

Recently finding myself single (BITCH!) again, Im actually enjoying it. More time for friends YAY! More time for sports DOUBLE YAY! Not getting judged for my monkey porn fetish... errr.

Anyways, yeah, Im quite happy to take a break from romance right now because Im enjoying single life. Not in a rush to find anyone else and I always have my stalkers to keep me busy. It's a refreshing change to only have to worry about keeping your hand happy instead of anyone else. Being able to do what you want.. I should have tried it months ago - before I went early Christmas shopping.

So I say celebrate singledom, we are the lucky ones. Wether you dont want a relationship, cant keep a relationship or your kind of relationships are illegal anywhere except in the movie Deliverance, just enjoy life. And like someone else already said, if it's meant to be it will be... either way.

I agree with Kid Ego's take on Valentine's too, we should start the CHUD anti-valentines celebrations.

<a href="http://chud.com/board/ubbhtml/ultimatebb.php?ubb=get_topic;f=24;t=002813" target="_blank">I'll start the thread, Boon...</a>

Truth be told, I don't really understand Valentine's Day. I mean, what's the point? To express love for you loved ones? Well, shouldn't you be doing that every day, or at least not setting aside some day in February for it? I suppose Valentine's Day is nice for people in relationships to go the extra mile, but for the rest of us, it's everything short of wearing a "Laugh-at-my-lonely-ass" T-shirt. I wonder if they still sell those?

Why do couples need a "special" day, just to go the extra mile? Especially with the expectation placed on it.

Destiny came to me in a waking dream and said I had a choice. And I didn't choose love.

Never felt it. Never seen it. Never had a use for it.

You either live the life or feel the love.

And I'm draggin' my heels on the former with no regard for the latter...

Damn, you're a poetic bastard, Django.

Are we talking metaphor or pornstar. It would help clarify the choice.

The sickest thing about love in both concept and execution is that in order for it to mean anything, you have to lose it. You can never understand and appreciate it's importance until it's slipped thru your fingers or been torn from your grasp.

And if either of those don't happen, the sick, self-absorbed society we're crused to live in eventually start throwing words around like "stagnant" or use phases like "the honeymoon is over."

Which once run thru the bullshit translator comes out as "the lust done left me at the door and it's too far to the curb."

True love doesn't exist anymore or if it does, I don't know where to find it. And I've been so beaten down by said society that I have no desire to find it anymore as I wouldn't be of any use to it if I did.

The paradox is of course that love...or what we've convinced ourselves stands in for it...is one of the only things keeping most of us here. We still believe that bullshit that was sold to us as children that somewhere out there is the one person who will make us complete, a better person.

Which dupes us into continuing to become a viable member of a society we can't stand and want no part of. We're kept in line by a promise made to us that the world has no intent on keeping.

Maybe I'm wrong. But I seriously doubt it. I've been around 26 years and have yet to find anyone worth fighting for, let alone dying for.

And the two that came the closest...well you figure it out.

If I'm supposed to Boozin' and Floozin' my way thru wave after of wave of perminately crippled human garbage just so I can pick the best from the line-up...if that's love and or the pursuit of happiness...I'd rather cash out so we can roll the credits...

Django pretty much summed up my lovelife and lack thereof. Except I'm Anchor Bay's lesser-known Extended Gay Edition. It could've been Criterion, but I'm neither black nor white. frown

At least you're not Paramount.

Perhaps, Kid Ego, but there's something about that word that tends to imply mounting a paramour. I could sure use some mounting action.

[And thus Voltes has killed any sense of comedic import by extremely overextending the love-is-like-a-film metaphor.....]

I haven't yet been with my beau for a year, so I feel that I can post here.

The problem with counting on someone else to make you feel "complete" with their love is that it'll never happen. You have to love and accept who you are, no matter if you feel you are ugly, or less than intelligent, fat, or unacceptable in any other way. Once you learn to love yourself you can accept the love of another for what it is.

Sorry to preach, but it took me ten years of marriage with the wrong person to find this out.

I have learned that no one can take care of me better than myself (unless you're talking about sex, then I lack the necessary appendage wink ).

Am I allowed? It's been less than a year and I am sleeping alone...

and sleeping alone sucks.

As we all know from my "Its time to roll out the list" thread, I'm single again. Though its a sad thing, it WAS long distance, and its somewhat (and I say only somewhat) easier to distance yourself from the whole thing, primarily because you were distant in the first place. (Meaning, sleeping alone doesn't suck because, hi, I sleep alone anyway.)

That said, I have to say, I ENJOY feeling single. Seriously. I got a little smoopy yesterday and (::cries:: broke down and called) but I feel so much more optimistic and complete. I think that this is a GOOD thing right now.

I'm also, after a long long long time of taking whatever comes at me, totally intent (and have been for about a year now) not settling on whatever comes at me. I'm like, "Hi deserve someone cute, funny, inttelligent, creative who will correct my spelling mistakes, feed me cake and wine, and won't be an asshat." Its a nice feeling.

{Please note this hasn't much to do with my last relationship, but more with the 9-10 previous relationships I was in, in which the guys were, dare I say it "asshats")

single, and only very occasionally bored enough for it to upset me.

smoopy?

I meant "schmoopy"

See what I mean about the spelling?

I get wound up about it a lot. You should read my diary, it's ultra depressing.

I've had a couple of encounters recently, with the latest one pissing me off to no end. Counter this with the fact I'm still halfway in love with a girl I haven't seen for eight months, and that's it really.

I've been single for a while. Gasp, a year. And I say it was more by choice than by preference. In this time I have found myself. (More ways that one. wink ) And I am better for the experience.

The women I've dated have been either really really cool or really really beautiful. I have yet to date someone that has both qualities meshed into one. All the women I've dated I've loved with all my heart, but was given half assed love in return.

Was it my fault? Was it something I did? Did we not have enough sex? Did I not tell her I love her enough? Did I tell her I love her too much? Did I say it too quickly? I had often found myself asking these questions, and honestly, I don't give a shit anymore.

If love happens, I am ready, if not, we'll I can always become a monk.

I don't know anymore if I'm going to find that girl, I don't care anymore. I don't go to the 'HOT' spots for picking up women. I don't give a shit. I found if I'm going to find someone that truly loves me then I need to quit searching and look to where my heart already is.

Actually, I'd love to have the time to date. My weekends are totally full, weekday evenings except for bowling are pretty done after seven.

trade lives? i have nothing but time, and i don't care to date right now.

Seattle is SO gay friendly. I think every one of my gay friends has moved there at one point or another.

Eh, now there's the thread for me. So I've been single for all my life. Never had a girlfriend. And when you're nearing 21, well that's pretty much getting on your nerves quite a lot.

The problem I have is that I never seem to choose the right girls to fall in love with. They're either already involved (something which I'm apparently unable to detect) or just plain crazy. Between the junkie and the crazy lying nymphomaniac who two-timed me, I can safely say my love life is pretty much a disaster of epic proportions. Worst part is, I was madly in love with that last girl and I thought it was gonna happen for a while and when I was rejected and discovered the truth, what few confidence I had in myself was pretty much crushed. I haven't been able to even dare approach a girl for the last 9 months.

And well, when you got people in these very boards telling you that you're cute, you have it all and whatsoever, you start to wonder if something is not seriously wrong with yourself. Xymog suggested I should come to the States and I'm so desperate that I'm beginning to seriously considering doing it.

Anyway, that's my love life now. Living hell.

ohhh, yea, Blunt, like i said the other day, the girls would go gaga over your accent. and you are cute.

Jen is never wrong, man. Go to the states and you'll have more women than hot dinners.

I can understand wondering why you've been single for a long time, but let me tell you--there is NOTHING wrong with being single still at 21. For serious.

I've been single for years. Years upon years. And it's all my fault because I make almost no effort at all. In the last year or so I have finally gotten to the point where I'm not that woried about it. Before, it used to consume me. Particularly after the last major relationship I was in ended. For years all I could think about it was replacing her with someone equally perfect. I never did.

So, I still have issues, but find myself unable to deal with them still. Essentially, I hate myself for not being naturally perfect enough to attract the kind of women I want. The women that do interest me are too intimidating to even speak to, and the rest, in spite of whatever lust I may feel, I know that I'd be bored with them down the road and unable to truly commit. So I don't try. At all. I don't even go out anymore. Sad but true.

Not looking for anyone's pity or advice here, just sharing. I know I'm an emotional retard.

Yeah, I know there's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I see months turn into years with me remaining single and at times I start to wonder if I won't be in the same situation ten years from now.