Gildan Bladeborn said:
I would say that I'm single but having fun, but as I interpret your poll options it appears that "fun" is meant to be interpreted as "having sex", and that definitely doesn't describe me in any capacity, as I lead an entirely sex-free existence. Personally I don't equate being alone as a lamentable state I should feel bad about, or strive to change - I bloody like being alone - and the same holds true for celibacy.
Being alone rocks.
It does seem that there's a few options missing, doesn't it?
OT: I'm not as happy about being single as the above poster is, but I'm not bitter enough about it to list myself as "forever alone" or "forever friend zone." It's been 3 years since I've had a date, but that mostly boils down to two things: For the first couple of years of that, I met very few people who weren't either much younger than me, or people I had known for most of my life. Going to a community college in a small town does that. For the last year, I've had the opposite problem; I know very few people, and it's very difficult to get out and meet like minded people in a university with 50,000 students when you have almost no connections.
Also, not having a car doesn't help much. Nor does not having a job, thanks to a 17 hour course load making one inadvisable.
Edit: A lengthier explanation, born out of me misreading my post, writing a paragraph to correct it, then realizing it was correct as it stood, but not wanting to throw out this much text.
I'm not a cradle robber, and I really had grown up with way too many of the people at that school -- to the point that at least once a month, someone who I had gone to one school with would wind up in the same room as a person I had gone to another school with, and it would turn out all three of us knew each other, but each of us thought the other two didn't know each other. Things like, my ex-girlfriend having been best friends with a girl who was a good friend of mine in middle school, and they both knew my best friend from high school, with the web getting weirder the more people we ran into. The whole "way younger" thing deserves an explanation too: basically, there was a charter school at the college, designed to let high achieving high schoolers graduate highschool with their AA. This meant I was constantly meeting new people... who happened to be anywhere from one to three years younger than me, with me having turned 18 during my senior year of highschool. 18 can be a pretty sucky age, thanks to that dividing line between 17 years, 364 days and 18 years, 0 days being backed a little too strongly by law.
