Single Smorgasboard

Don't get me wrong, because heavens knows how much I love being single. But sometimes, it feels.. well, lonely. Like for that 'person' lonely. Even though I already have so many 'persons'. Friend persons, and family persons, and people to hold hands with on a Sunday persons. Even cuddle & red wine & dine & share your unopened bar of chocolate with persons. But it's still not the same. The physical act does not inspire the complete emotional fulfillment, it just fills up the pot a little. Or a lot a little. Kind of like getting served breakfast or lunch, but not having the consistent breakfast, lunch, & dinner, & dessert that you know will always be on the table. A quasi never-ending love meal. One that won't ever leave you hungry since you'll be too full from the warm & fuzzies. Those sentimental badgers.

Instead, you feed the hunger meal to meal with a satiating Single-Smorgasbord. Some turn to dark Colombian chocolate. Some to Jack & Johnny. & Others to the always pleasant Mary Jane. On a less zooomed in scale-- you have the people that pour themselves into work (because it always delivers), the girls that surround themselves with emblems of love because they want it so bad (wrong move, ladies), & the throw of sex/love-aholics that feed the loneliness with excess contact (physical --x--> emotional).

Moral of the story, being single is boss. (No, but really it is-- Getting to be completely selfish//not having to answer to anyone//coming & going & doing exactly as you please def has its benefits. Trust.) But when you do feel those brief moments of remoteness, use it as a catalyst to give love to those you appreciate most. You're dearest desserts. And learn to rely on yourself as the head & sole provider of your 'love' table.

Because when you do find that 'person', you know you'll want to be able to bring your own food to the table. From your smorgasbord to theirs.