I'm 33 and still single. Well, aside from the fact that I'm not the "likable" type, I'm also childish.
Back in the days, I used to chase love, but I got tired and so, I decided to start loving myself more. It's not easy, but somehow, I feel like it's way better than trying to be the best for someone else. Turned out that my best wasn't good enough for them.
I'm 33, single, but contented. Maybe not perfectly happy, but at least, I don't have to keep trying to win someone's heart. I'm done trying. I'm done pleasing. I'm done!
But the problem is, people would assume I need someone to make me happy. And there's this guy who started asking me out. I don't think he really likes me, he only said that because he thinks I'm not happy, or that I've been single for ages.
He actually stopped bugging me for months, then he came back recently and started asking me out again. Some people say I should grab this opportunity. But Nah, I won't do something because I was told to do so. I will only go for something if my heart and brain say so.
Besides, for now, I feel better off alone. At least, I have no one to please.
**Used Pixabay for the lead image.