Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Are women too independent?

As I lay here in my bed waiting for the melatonin to kick in, I think to myself: Do I love myself too much?

I mean really, I am my own best friend, I can depend on myself, I respect myself, I am true to myself, and I am honest with  myself. And you can be damned sure that I'm going to have a good time. I'm a catch!

So why haven't I shared myself with someone else? Am I too selfish? Am I scared? What's with the hesitation?

The more I think about it the more confident I am with the answer to this question. I have become too independent. My life revolves around myself and I do a really good job with it. I've also picked up around the house handyman skills. I can unclog my own sink! Why would I need a man? Except to cuddle me at night. That is one thing that my teddy bear can't do.

But I have come up with a temporary solution. I pile all of my pillows on top of myself, and when I'm falling asleep it almost feels like I'm being cuddled.

I guess the best thing that I can do is acknowledge the fact that I love myself, I am my own best friend, and I am very happy with my life, but now it's time to let someone else in.

But who...

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