No Kids. No Man. No Mortgage.

My mantra. I felt that it made me more attractive to employers. Being the youngest, the artist and the self-proclaimed career girl of the family, it’s the only Motto to have. I was always content in my own solitude and happy with the close friendships that were the surrogate for the romantic relationship I never had. Oh, don’t cry for me Los Angeles. I am a proud, perpetually single girl. I go where I want, when I want. No attachments, no responsibilities, not obligations to anyone but myself. In other words, my life is good as a single.

Am I anti-relationship? No! Absolutely not. I just don’t see the point of having one when I get to do everything I’m doing as a single. I broke free from the Disney delusion at a fairly young age. Ladies, I do believe that, for some of us, handsome Prince Charming is out there somewhere waiting. However, the truth for most of us is, unless he’s looking for you, on the same day and block that you’re looking for him, you’ll probably never find each other. But you will find a few guys that fit the bill close enough and get hitched before He does.

Besides, I never truly worried much about finding someone. I always said that if the right guy came along, I would notice him and find the time to invest in a relationship. I’m an X-factor girl: I don’t really gravitate to a certain type of race or age or build. He just has to catch my attention. The spark has to be strong and mutual. Moreover, I would come across him when I was ready for it.

So consider this:

I met this guy, sort of. He was driving the bus that I caught on the way home last night.

I went home early so this wasn’t my usual bus or my usual drive. It was the first time I had noticed him. I always speak to the driver, so I said hello and he said hello back. And we had a moment. You know, a moment. A spark. The trip was short and when I got off at the end of the line, he asked me my name.He was a big boy with a great smile. And he asked for my number. I wanted to give it to him.

He asked if I was married.

I asked if he was married.

“No.”

“No.”

“Kids?”

He has two.

A small strike.
And I’m holding up the bus, even though it was empty and at the end of the line. And I want to give him my number but…

“I work nights?”

“So do I.”

I was running out of reasons to say no. And then it came to me. He’s going to get to know me and see how weird I am. He’s going to see that I use big words without thinking about it and my college education will start showing. That’s what tends to scare them off the most.

How does it end?
I tell him it was nice to meet him and we shake hands again. I step off the bus and he drives away. OK, maybe the two kids did scare me off a little more than it should have. But kids mean more responsibility and setting an example. They mean a limit to my freedom and a limit to his time for me.

Selfish, or the actions of a true perpetual single? Did I fail to see the moment? To notice Prince Charming for whom he was? I’ll let you decide.

But I’ll tell you this: I still remember his bus number and exactly what time he will be rolling down the street. More importantly, I remember the name attached to that great smile.

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