No, it’s not Christmas or Valentine’s Day or my birthday.
It’s not when I’m at weddings or parties or on holiday with friends in couples.
The only time I really, truly wish I had a man around is when my house breaks and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m tired of tradesmen fobbing me off or ripping me off. If I wanted to guess what the problem was and not fix it properly I can do that myself for free. Just turn up, don’t be prick and make it stop raining inside my house, please. And I’ll smile and be grateful and pay you a fair price.
When do you hate being single?