Trader Jealous…

There are many moments I absolutely love being single:

-Being able to veg out and watch soaps and Bravo TV all night

-Not having to “fix” dinner and instead opt for a bowl of cereal

-Sleeping in the very middle of the bed- with pink sheets on it no less

-Reading books till all hours of the night (books like Twilight 1-4 and not get grief)

-Waking up early and blasting music(cheesy music at that)

-Doing exercise videos in the living room and leaving the yoga mat and ball out like they are part of the décor

-The prospect of meeting someone amazing around every corner

-Being able to flirt- shamelessly

-Wearing high heels while I clean the house

-Singing at the top of my lungs in the shower

-Letting the puppy sleep on the bed

But then there are the times when I get that tug of loneliness at being single like when I am in the middle of the bed all along or when I want to cook and it is way too much food for just me or on date night. But never before have I been caught so off guard by that nagging tug of singleness than I just had happen in the most unlikely of places… in an effort to be more healthy and responsible about my eating habits, I braved the suburbs to hit up Trader Joe’s- it was slammed. At first I just took it as trendy market in the suburbs= crowed mess but then I noticed it was all couples and families. And while it is bad enough to be the rare single stuck in the sea of couples, the line to check out was a zoo- suddenly it looked more like Sam’s Club than Trader Joe’s.

It wasn’t until I, basket weighed down with farm fresh goodies, was in the non-moving line that I figured it out… the couples were tag-team shopping! One would hold the place in line while the other ran around and got more groceries. The couples that were in line with fairly empty carriages were suddenly overflowing by the time they got to the register- thus causing single little me to exhaust myself struggling with my basket that got heavier despite the fact it was not growing like the couple carriages. As I loaded up my chic reusable bags into my incredibly un-environmentally friendly SUV, I suddenly got sad, but as I rushed out of the swirling mess of suburban sprawl and back into my fabulous single metropolis the joys of singledom came rushing back when I realized I was going to eat champagne grapes, triple cream brie and organic stone ground crackers for dinner with a mini bottle of bubbly and three days worth of Young and the Restless to catch up on- for just a moment the grass looked greener but damn it was a fantastic night especially when I finally finished book four at 2:30am with all the lights on!- aghh Sweet Dreams of Edward- but that’s a whole other blog entry…