For awhile I thought all I wanted was a relationship; someone to love and take care of me. This may still be true, but I have realized that no one can love me and take care of me like I can.
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I can take as long as I want getting ready without the constant nagging and hearing “It’s been an hour, how are you not ready yet?”
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I can do whatever I want, whenever I want… which includes getting that hottie at the bar’s number.
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I don’t have to pretend to like his crappy friends… because let’s face it, we never had anything in common anyways.
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I have more time to see my friends.
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No pants? Sure.
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Personal grooming is optional, the only person I have to impress is myself.
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I don’t have to share the bed with anyone… starfishing every night.
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Don’t want to clean up my mess? No worries.
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I can stay out as late as I want, without having to check in with anyone.
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I can now experience love in a new, and unexpected way… but mostly with pizza.
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The only person I have to spoil is myself… and why wouldn’t I? I’m fucking fantastic.
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I don’t have to fake laugh at someone else’s jokes, just my own… because let’s be honest I’m hilarious.
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I can poop and fart openly, and shamelessly.
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“Netflix and Chill” has a whole new meaning… no more interruptions.
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I can eat everything in sight without feeling judged.
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A bottle of wine for dinner? No problem.
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Two words: No In-Laws.
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I’m committed to the only person I know I can rely on myself.
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I can sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want (although I don’t it’s nice to know the options there).
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Drunk make outs at the bar are totally acceptable.
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I can constantly work on improving myself, not my relationship.
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And most importantly I have all the time in the world for myself, so I can become the exact person I aspire to be.