I believe in “single just because”

So last night I stopped at the gas station after choir rehearsal, and as I was pumping my gas I was approached by two Southern Black men, one about my age and one about 45 years old. They were being flirty and so, hell, I flirted back.

Then the younger guy gets around to, “So are you married?”

Since this is a step-up from “where yo’ man at?”, I responded, “No.”

He asked, “Boyfriend?” I said again, “No.”

He was like, “So, what? I mean, you must be single by choice.”

I stuttered, “Well…um…uh…er…I…”

He didn’t notice that I was stuttering and proceeded to say how beautiful I am and how I should give him my number.

My digression: What the hell is single by choice?

Are relationships so dime-a-dozen that it’s now baffling to meet a single woman?
Do men really think this way? That women choose to be single?

No one ever says to a single man, “Oh, are you single by choice?” Statistically, shouldn’t that question more apply to men? I assume men have…well…more options, right?

I think men really think since they’re thinking about women all the time (don’t EEEEVEN lie), we must be getting approached all the time. Well, I know I ain’t.

I think the last time I went on a third date with a man – cuz everybody deserves a second chance unless I fell asleep or felt physically nauseous/in danger – W. was in his first term.

I can hear you now….”But women are so damn indep-EN-dent nowadays. They CHOOSE not to have a man.”

I choose not to have a man just like I’d choose to cut out my vocal cords.

Yeah, I got standards and all that, and I’m empowered enough to know when to buy more batteries, but I’d be a fool to deny myself a suitor worth my attention.

Maybe I need a better come hither look…

I’m single. Just because.

I believe we can

Or oughta be able to…

 Or kinda should…

 Can we?

Super Tuesday: February 5, 2008