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The Life Of A Spinster
It’s pretty damn good, actually
Used to be when you purchased real estate as a single woman, the documents referred to the purchaser as “Spinster”. Thankfully, that term was replaced with “Unmarried Woman” shortly before I bought my first condo.
I like men, I’ve just never wanted to take one home forever. And although I’ve never been opposed to the idea of marriage, it certainly was never a goal, and I definitely prefer dogs to (having) children.
I’ve never even lived with anyone, and if I ever did get married, I would be totally down with living in different residences, or have a Frida Kahlo/Diego Rivera-esque dwelling — separate but attached. I need my space.
I’m certainly not alone here, as the percentage of never-marrieds rises every year. And there certainly is not the stigma attached to singlehood that there used to be, and that’s a beautiful thing.
It’s just the way I am. I’ve been a loner all my life. I enjoy my own company and I’m never bored. I really like working, too. Work has always come first for me. I have a gazillion hobbies, and I have plenty of friends to hang with, if I am so inclined.
I suppose there are times when I feel lonely, but they are short-lived, and even when I’ve been in a relationship I’ve felt lonely (which is even worse).
