Being a single person in North America can be very emotionally tricky. Sure it's comfortable to be able to leave your underwear at the end of the bed for the night and nobody says anything, but sometimes it would be nice to have someone to complain about your little things that make you the person that you are, I mean if nobody ever gets to know you, who are you really? That's not to say that someone has to complain about you to make you whole, but when you are finally in a serious relationship you become less selfish for that period of time, and their opinions make you feel recognized, even if they're not sweet sentiments. It's nice to be noticed by someone that loves you every day, even when you're a slob and a pig.
The sheets stay cool on the other side of the bed at night, and sometimes you can't help but wonder if you are doomed to always rolling over into a pile of cold sheets in the morning. It'd be nice if you could just go somewhere and pick out the person missing in your life, but then again if you could do that there'd be no surprises and life would probably be very boring, even if it was less lonely. Sometimes it seems like everyone you know is either getting married, or having kids, or moving someone in. How is it that they don't remember how hard it was for them to find that person that's making a difference in their life? The advice like “Just get out there and start looking” or “If you weren't so negative all the time you'd meet all kinds of people.” is just not helpful.
If you could just go out and find a quality person to spend your precious time with, then there would be no such thing as online dating sites, or personal ads, or singles for that matter. The bars and clubs are loaded with losers looking for someone to bed down for the night, the gym is full of narcissists that want you to think they are as sexy as they do. When it comes down to it, there doesn't seem to be any such thing as “a good place to meet someone”. Sure everyone has a tip, but just because they found someone there doesn't mean that you'd be as lucky. Chasing a hot meeting ground for decent people is like watching for proof of the afterlife on a ghost watcher show, always hints and threats of something happening, but it doesn't seem to ever really amount to much, and the older you get, the more hopeless it seems.
You start to resign to being single isn't so bad, and then you swing wildly into being desperate for a true love scenario. I think that all singles are manic-depressive; because there is no way that it's normal to be that imbalanced every day over such a detail in your life. Loving someone is something you strive for from when you are a child, reading books about happily ever after, I think that we all secretly fear that there is no Snow White or Prince Charming. Here's the question, what can we do to make the best of it until our prince comes? and is there any way to simplify the dating scene?