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Fun fact about me: I’m single by choice. And I love it.

It’s not that I don’t fantasize about the day my Prince Charming will show up at my front door, sweep me off my feet and whisk me away to the land of Happily Ever after. I just don’t need some prick with a dinky sword wearing an overgrown hat—complete with flamboyant ostrich feather—telling me when I’m ready to be mrs. Charming and trying to convince me that I’ll enjoy every waking minute of it.

I’m only 20, for God’s sake. I don’t need that kind of pressure.

The idea of being involved in a serious relationship is a hard concept for me to grasp, and quite frankly, it frightens the hell out of me. It’s not because I have an irrational fear of commitment, nor is it because I feel compelled to sleep with every single man who is worthy enough before I figure out which lover I like the best.

Simply put—I’m a selfish bitch, and no man out there looking for love needs that in a girlfriend.

I try to discourage potential partners from getting too attached to me because they have this mature mindset where they are already prepared to settle down, take the time and the energy to focus on another person’s thoughts, feelings, and emotions, and put them completely before themselves. And while that is indeed an admirable trait in a man, I just can’t reciprocate.

I enjoy shamelessly going on dates and flirting with men without feeling guilty about what Boyfriend would think.

I love going out and painting the town red with my closest friends without Boyfriend trying to invite himself along.

I relax knowing that I can shave my legs whenever I feel like it.

I don’t have to worry about how the bathroom smells after I use it.

When that big fat paycheck comes in the mail, the only person I feel obligated to splurge on is myself.

I don’t have to give the “I’m on my period, let’s wait a week” excuse if I’m just not in the mood for sex.

There are definitely more pros than cons to sitting back and letting the world revolve around little ol’ independent me.

There will come a day in your life (if you haven’t had that day already) where you will notice that all your friends are getting into more serious relationships, getting married and all that sappy, romantic jazz. If you are fortunate enough to be in such a relationship, or even be happily married already, kudos! I am genuinely thrilled for you.

But if you’re like me, feeling like the odd-man-out in your little clique because you’re going to be Valentine-less (again), don’t fret. Live up the single life while you can! you have an entire lifetime ahead of you to settle down and fall in love. But your days of freedom are numbered, and the precious time you need to spend looking out for No. 1 does have an expiration date.

As clichéd as it sounds, love does have the tendency to hit you when you least expect it.

But until that happens, I’ve got a hot date tonight!

Frisk Me: On the market