There was a time when dating felt like a high-stakes game of poker—exciting, risky, and full of possibilities. I played my cards, bet my heart, and, inevitably, lost a few hands. But now, sitting in a cozy café with my cappuccino as my only companion, I can’t help but wonder: is dating still my game? Or have I folded my hand for good?
Somewhere between sips of coffee and the clinking of cups, I overheard a girl ask her friend, “Why couldn’t you get a guy this year?” Her words lingered in the air like the scent of freshly brewed coffee. It wasn’t my conversation, but her question stirred something in me. Was I supposed to ask myself the same thing? The answer came swiftly and unapologetically: If I wanted to, I would have.
You see, being single in 2025 feels less like a lonely walk through the desert and more like a spa day for the soul. There’s a unique bliss in being your own person, without the weight of unread texts, unspoken expectations, or those dreaded “what are we?” conversations. I spend my money on me, my time on me, and my energy on—well, you guessed it—me.
Sure, love is magical. But so is not having to fake enthusiasm for yet another Marvel movie date night. Singlehood is like owning the remote control to your own life. You call the shots, choose the shows, and never have to settle for someone else’s reruns.
Don’t get me wrong—having a partner is wonderful. Love can be the cherry on top of life’s sundae. But right now, I’m pretty content just enjoying the ice cream. No cherry needed, thank you very much.
Maybe it’s not about whether dating is “my thing” anymore. Maybe it’s about redefining the narrative. Why should singlehood be seen as a waiting room for love? Why not a penthouse suite where you sip champagne, dance in your pajamas, and revel in the glorious mess of being your own person?
As I finished my coffee, I smiled to myself. The right person will show up at the right time—like an Uber you didn’t know you needed. Until then, I’ll keep being the leading lady in my own story.
Because if love is the destination, singlehood is the scenic route—and darling, I’m enjoying the ride.
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