There was once a single man. A man who vowed never to get
married. Or remarried. A man who loved the single life….relationships without
strings. Flings without complications. Infidelity without consequences. This
man stole a tiny piece of my heart…. And then eventually, married someone else.
One-of-a-kind, I thought. A confused man who obviously wasn’t sure what he
wanted. Or maybe he just wasn’t that into me. Won’t happen again, I thought.
And then it happened, again.
Single men are a rare species. And when you meet the few
around, you realise why most of them are still single. But when you meet one
that you really connect with, a man who makes you smile, laugh and feel all the
right feelings, you wonder…. Even if marriage is not high on your list and
you’re content with what you have, you still wonder. Yet, you realise that what
you have is special and you’re happy to leave it at that, without signing your
name on the dotted line. But what happens when he signs the dotted line with
another woman? Do you question yourself, or the man?
The first time it happened to me, it broke a tiny bit of my
heart. After all, he had only stolen a tiny piece of it. The first time, I
questioned myself. But the second time, I began to wonder why the single man
was not really single. Was it a coincidence that the two men I felt something
for, the men who vowed never to get married, went on to marry other women?
Where are the real single men?
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