“Don’t worry, my boyfriend doesn’t buy me lingerie.”
I received this text from one of my best friends after she
finished learning about what makes me sulk in regards to being single. My
initial reaction was disappointed. Her boyfriend is Parisian. I thought that at
least the Parisian man would understand a great piece of lingerie. If not the
French, then who?
This leads me to question: do women value lingerie more than
men in this day and age? Are we so used to the naked body that nothing is left
to be desired? What happened to the time when a man would recognize a garter
belt and the slightest sight of it under a skirt/dress could set off a spark? Is
this just another one of my fairy tale ideals?
I’ve yet to encounter a male who welcomes undergarments. I used to enjoy purchasing lingerie with the
intention of wearing it for someone in particular. Although, after being caught
in an awkward predicament while wearing a new white lace thong teddy, I vowed
to never again believe a man would be thankful for my efforts. He in fact
stopped in the heat of the moment and asked me what I wear wearing. It saddened
my heart immensely.I now rarely under dress in anything expensive in fear that
it will get ripped in the hustle of trying to get it off.When one truly
appreciates the delicate lace and how it hugs the body, they would be idiotic
to want to rush it off. Why not leave it on? Certain pieces of lingerie can be
sexier than any naked body I’m sure. A well made piece of lingerie is
fabricated to accentuate a women’s body and it deserves some attention.I’d like to challenge the men of today to learn the lingerie
typology and realize that naked is not always best. I would also consider proposing to the next
man who gifted me with an impressive piece of lingerie. To the next man? Who am I kidding? There was never a first man
to begin with. Being indulged with
expensive lace and satin is but a dream...
Noun:1. The action or process of recognizing or being
recognized, in particular.
2. Identification of a thing or person from previous
encounters or knowledge.
Friday morning produced an amusing little story in my rather
dull snowy week. Not having any milk in the fridge for my morning coffee was
cause to rush myself ready in order to fit in a detour for caffeine. I
rarely stop for coffee in the morning since I am almost always leaving late.
As I was waiting for my coffee, I noticed a man in line. I
knew this man, but from where? It didn’t take long to realize that this was the
same blue eyed babe I had met a few weeks prior while up north. The one with
the girlfriend. But why would he be here right now at this coffee shop?
Being a master of making everything into a sign, it took me
even less time to recognize that this MUST be a sign: there was no milk in the
fridge, so I hurried in order to make this stop. I normally would have waited
and gone to my favourite coffee place near work, but this morning I wanted to
enjoy my coffee on the drive. This man lives nowhere close to me, so the fact
that we are both here at the same time must be fate! We were meant to meet
As I was walking out with my coffee I had to stop and
initiate a hello, “Hey, what are you doing here?!” He only looked at me
puzzled. Perhaps he didn’t recognize me? After all, we did meet under different
circumstances. Hair unbrushed and no makeup. He responded in French, he didn’t
speak English. Oops. Before he or I had a chance to say anything else, I basically
ran out, face red, straight to my car.
He clearly wasn’t eyeing me because he recognized me; he was
most likely questioning why some strange girl was so creepily fixated on him.
or showing confused and mutually inconsistent feelings.
everything have an opposite? If everything has an opposite, then the
opposite of there being an opposite of everything, is that there is not an
opposite of everything. Despite your opinion about the exception paradox, I
think it is safe to say that every benefit of being single comes accompanied by
a difficulty. These drawbacks seem to be more noticeable the older I get, most
likely due to the fact that more or less everyone around me is in a committed
relationship; and getting married.
much as I enjoy having a bed all to myself, sometimes, mostly on cold winter
nights, it can get lonely and cold. Some body heat would be nice. Some cuddling
would be nice.
have never been a morning person. I don’t think I will ever be a morning
person. For this reason, I set three alarms. When I had a boyfriend and we
shared a bed it was nice to have someone coax me out of bed in the morning.
Morning team work is always a positive, especially when it comes with coffee in
the topic is on mornings, let’s add lack of sex to the list. This is a big
dilemma in my single life. There, I’ve said it. No need to elaborate.
one is around to appreciate your lingerie. No one is around to buy you lingerie.
not trying to make myself feel better when I say that I have really great
friends. I can’t help what’s true. However, having really great friends
sometimes just doesn’t compare to having a boyfriend. Particularly when the
good friends have their own boyfriends. A boyfriend is like a permanent partner
in crime. He won’t ever turn you down when you really want to go see that
certain movie no matter how dumb it looks and he won’t ever say no to last
minute Sunday brunch when you’re craving blueberry pancakes (even if he has
eaten breakfast already). Right?!
single sometimes forces you to spend a Friday or Saturday night alone while
everyone else is having ‘date night’. This usually ends with finishing a bottle
of wine (solo). This usually never ends well for various reasons; frequently
because of drunken texting (which you later regret) and/or waking up with a
massive wine hangover.
Last year I attended seven
weddings. You would think that being single and attending weddings would be a
fun occasion. After all, isn’t a wedding the ultimate place to meet other
singles? NO. Attending weddings on your own once you reach a certain age is
anything but fun. At least every second person has some sort of comment about
when your turn will come. Furthermore, if you are caught on the dance floor
when a love song comes on you are required to walk back to your seat in shame
as everyone else couple’s up.
being the third, or fifth, or seventh wheel just isn’t appealing.
is me. Time to wrap up my tirade about why I hate being single. My constant
inconsistency causes me to question myself. Am I happy being single (as I think
I am), or am I merely trying to convince myself?