Relationship-phobic

As Valentine's Day approaches, the Bitter Single Woman in me begins vomiting at every display of public affection; I have to restrain BSW from hurling muffins (long story) at every couple she comes across.

Don't get me wrong - there are advantages to the Single State that I prefer infinitely to the Relationship. Hitting on people left and right, enjoying the attentions of the cute salesman at Nordstrom, flirting shamelessly with waiters and coffee baristas, having a girl's night out whenever and wherever - all things I couldn't get away with if I had that extra weight on my arm.

However, there are advantages to the Relationship that the Single State never enjoys - late-night phone calls for a spider infestation, warm hands to hold, a spare jacket, inside jokes. And about this time every year, BSW cries for the lost opportunities.

This year, however, BSW is a little less whiny. I'm in a state of flux right now - I'm about to graduate without knowing quite where I'm going yet; I'm banking on being across the nation in a year's time. I don't want to form any attachments for fear of breaking them off. So for now, I'll enjoy the Single State a little while longer - though BSW comes through every now and then.

Take the following list, for example - it's my version of "You know you're when..."

You know you're in a relationship when...

- You go grocery shopping together.
- You have an "I<3YOU2" license plate (not literally less-than-3, but one of those sickening hearts. The less-than-three would have made it bearable).
- You're getting hitched. At 22 years old.


It's a work in progress. Expect BSW to update it, as she runs across sappy couples in the upcoming weeks.

EDIT: Interesting fact - the fear of chins is called "geniophobia": defined as "a persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of chins", each year this surprisingly common phobia causes countless people needless distress.

I don't think I'm geniophobic, but I do admit that the chin is a deciding factor in whether or not I think a man is attractive. Take, for example, Pretty-Boy Brady, whom you've heard me complain about in the past few posts. Attractive man...

UNATTRACTIVE chin!

Interesting, how that just throws everything off.