Single and unavailable

I’m guilty of indulging in chick-lit for bed time reading in the past week. My shoe fetish didn’t allow me to ignore the paperback (with a neon green patent leather on a 4 carat Harry Winston ring on the cover) lying tantalizingly on my roommate’s desk. The book talks about the fab lives of three women in New York, in short. One of the characters, Adriana, is this super-hot Brazilian woman who loves fun, cocktails and shopping; and hates monogamy. She chooses to be single and happy.

This post is not a book review of ‘Chasing Harry Winston’.

Its about me. Single and unavailable:-)

I’m surprised at the connotations the word ’single’ implies-unattractive/unlucky/unhappy/lonely/AVAILABLE!!! WTF

I get funny looks from people when I add ‘unavailable’ to my relationship status, and also demands for an explanation. ‘Not looking’ somehow implies alternate sexualities or tragic past experiences. Ahem, its none of the above! I’m single and unavailable by choice. Because I love the freedom. The freedom to make/change/drop my plans when I want and as often I want, freedom to curl up with a book for hours and not talk to anyone, freedom to work as late as I want to, freedom to spend time with whoever I want, freedom to ogle at anyone, freedom from insecurities and jealousies…the list is endless!

Ok, so I miss out on romantic dinners and love songs and a few others..hmm so what?

I love being fabulously single:-)