Most days, most nights – being single and alone is just fine. Reading, TV, working, writing, early-to-bed or all-nighter, moving from place to place, room to room, mode to mode without need to consider anyone else, sleeping , cooking, eating when I want, moving from quiet to noise, music to movies, snoring to couch-snoozing, or reading all night in bed. Endless selfish flexibility. My time-table. Love it. Hate it.
Nobody to argue/debate/banter with, laugh with or play with. Nobody to reminisce with, plan with, cook for, watch and watch out for. Absent companionship. You might argue I have a dog. Well, Gusta is company but conversations have always been one-sided and her zeal for my company has waned. She’s gettin’ old, wants to meander slowing, doesn’t want to walk fast or do anything spontaneously unless I crack open some cheese or peel a banana – she’s right there and frisky as a pup.
I need a frisky pup. Not another Gusta, you know what I mean.