Single AF

So, the irony is that I set all the posts published from the time I was 16 to the time I was 22 back to drafts because all they talked about were forming or failed relationships, but the first thing I'm going to post now, as a 25 year old woman, is that I'm single as f*ck.

I'm single as f*ck.

My last actual relationship ended in 2014, and I spent 2015 casually dating a guy I met on OKC. It's a shame it didn't work out. We had compatible personalities, mutual chemistry, but vastly different lifestyles, desires, and schedules. Que sera.

Not that I really need to talk about it, because Buzzfeed and HelloGiggles regale the millennial struggle ad nauseum. We're here. We're queer. We're single AF.

I accept it. All of it. The struggle is getting my conservative, Christian, Filipina mother to accept that she came all the way to America to have a fat artist of a daughter who refuses to get married. I'm sorry, Nay. Forgive na, po.

Last night, wearing no pants, eating expensive chocolate, I despaired to my best friend over the phone about how I'll never get married. She's practically engaged to her boyfriend of 7 years, so she optimistically opposed me. I screencap'd her text message and told her that she'll eat her words when I'm sixty and single.

So, that's it. This is a part of me that I'll (probably too often) explore. Hello, there. :)