We amused / terrified myself recently by counting just just how numerous months We spent solitary during my twenties. Nineteen months. Nineteen (19) months!! This means that less than 16% of that time was spent, as a twenty-something, on my own over that entire decade of my young life. It ain’t a lot. To help make things more that is amusing, six of the months had been invested backpacking and racking up stamps in my own passport (*insert sleazy wink*) to ensure that really actually leaves simply over twelve months of real singledom.
In hindsight, my “relationship strategy” within my twenties ended up being simple: rest with some body then leave their side never for 2 (or three) years. The closest my darling ex’s and I also ever came to “dating” had been getting drunk together within the pub, or making tacos that are homemade binge-watching Breaking Bad.