Mollie from The Saturdays loves being single. Who can blame her really. Being single is awesome because, presumably, being you is awesome. Who wouldn’t want to be around that? You’re welcome by the way.
In typical glossy mag style, Cosmo spins a rippin’ yarn of a beautiful, blonde, bombshell (beautiful and alliterative) who is having lots of fun, thanks very much, despite not currrently having the fairytale romance that she knows will find her eventually. If this were a movie I’d be morosely chewing my revels and wondering where I’d seen that story before.
If I were to be really picky, I might say something along the lines of “Oh look, she says she’s happy being single but really she wants a man”. If, at any point, these words leave my lips then you, gentle reader, have the permission- nay the obligation– to punch me in the throat.
Because, you see, there is nothing wrong with wanting someone to share your life with. It’s not soft or sappy or unfeminist. It’s just human.
With that in mind, here’s my particularly glossy, silver lining style, list for whatever your relationship status might read.
Disclaimer: This is all a bit, well womany because I happen to be one myself and can therefore say- pretty matter of factly- that I can therefore write from that perspective. I mean, what sort of a writer would I be if I just made stuff up?!
Being Single Rocks
For many reasons…
1) You have the ability to stumble in from a night out at four in the morning, eat onion rings in bed and slump in an unflattering heap. You will not have to share bedspace or, god forbid, your’ onion rings. You will not have to explain why you only have one shoe now.
2)No one is going to tell you that you can’t watch Come Dine With Me because, right this very moment on Dave, Jeremy Clarkson is saying something appalling.
3) You gain a temporary reprieve from nursing a “dying” man back to health every time he has the sniffles.
4) Every time you do something phenominal like getting rid of an errant pigeon (could happen) or fix the boiler, you can imagine yourself as Wonder Woman, complete with knickers on the outside. You could even actually put your’ knickers on the outside if you like and dance around in celebration. Hey, it’s your’ life.
5) Last minute lunch with freinds? Crazy antiquing spree? Another trip to Costas to see That Cute Barista? All legitimate things you can do. Just dont overdo the coffee shop visits yeah? Nothing makes you jittery like twelve lattes and a restraining order.
But On The Other Hand
Which is where my wedding ring lives…
1) You have someone who will (often grudgingly) answer pressing, just-before-you-fall-asleep questions regarding what might happen if they were, in fact, a robot or what exactly occurs in a male urinal
2)Sharing. Having a shared history, littered with in-jokes, anecdotes and little rituals, is cool. Sharing the remote comes later. I’m told.
3) Sometimes, when you really, really, want a cup of tea, one magically appears. Tea that you didn’t have to make yourself. Fancy.
4)You are autimatically part of a team. As someone who was always very bad at sports (and consequentially never picked for anyting), this is particularly important.
5) You are loved. This is such an important point that I may make it bold. And underlined. In green. You are loved.And by the person that you love back. Arent you lucky?
With that in mind, why shouldnt people be free to look for love without people accusing them of losing their independence? not all amorous overtures jeapordise your integrity or, in fact, dignity (if you’re lucky). And the outcome, the love bit, is always worthwhile.
And if it doesnt work? Well theres always dancing around in your knickers to fall back on. That’s cool too.
“So Anyway…If You Were A Robot Yeah…?”
Who cares about the tattoo; look at the dress! 
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