I'm a single lady. My hands are up.

I hate being single.

I hate it.

I need someone to love.

I need someone to love me right back.

Not just ‘love’.

LOVE love.

It’s getting to the point where my brain is making compromises and cutting corners to convince myself that it’s okay to be with people that I really am not okay being with because at least the whole love thing will be happening.

THIS IS NOT GOOD. I AM TELLING MYSELF LIES. REALLY, REALLY NICE LIES.

I want to believe brain when it tells me that I can ignore certain characteristics in men and consider them as potential partners. I have no faith in the idea that I am guaranteed to find the perfect man for me in an adequate time frame. Every day that passes is a day that I am not spending with aforementioned perfect man. So settling sounds like a wonderful option.

But, hey. I value my sanity too much to get into a relationship where I am doing all the loving. I am worth more than a relationship with a half-decent guy. Heart has that figured out. Now, if my brain could do that too, that would be fab.

I’m just going to promise you now, dear reader, that the next man I date will tick all of the important boxes, and I will not be stupid.