the two extremes

i love being single. the rush, the excitement of not knowing what's going to happen each night i go out. the anticipation that something wonderful is just around the corner, and the fun and flirty conversations with new guys. it's amazing not being tied down, or knowing the routine of your day. it's a challenge to get dressed up for someone you don't know, and then pit your femininity against all the other girls out, coming out on top.

then there is the freedom of no strings. the instant flare of heat and attraction between me and an unknown guy. the spark of eye contact, the give and take of conversation, and the tingle of the new and mysterious. sometimes i need the flame and passion of a random hookup---made all the more intense for it's ability to happen unexpectedly and then vanish after one night.

but when i lay in bed alone at night, i miss the sweetness of a relationship. i remember the comfort of knowing who to call at the end of the night, and the tenderness in his eyes when i woke up to him watching me sleep. i miss the gentleness of his fingers when brushing my hair back, and the knowledge that when he looked at me, i was all he saw. it's lonely not to know another's body as intimately as yours....to know that you fit just right there, and that he likes to sleep on his stomach.

so yeah i love being single. it's a blast.
but i could use a little sweetness now and then.