When you think about it, there is ample argument for men and women to get together only for procreation. I was married for twelve years and now, as a divorced and now single 45 year old dude, I don’t see how it lasted even that long.
Now that I’m single, I just can’t envision giving up the freedom to which I’ve been accustomed. Sure, I do stupid things like believing the microwave can make a makeshift refrigerator simply because it’s not exposed to the outside air (Spoiler Alert: didn’t work out so well), and not knowing the proper hour to go to bed (is there one?), but I’ve survived.
The bright sides seem to far outweigh the bad. I am able to spend way too much money on my toys (looking at you, you sexy PS5), eating whatever the heck I want, and sleeping whenever I want to sleep.
Living in an apartment gets rid of all those pesky homeowner stuff I had to do so I have little to know responsibility, which works out nicely as little to none is exactly the level of responsibility for which I’m capable.
Despite this, why do I keep looking for a good woman to save me from myself? Sex? Sure, but that’s too simple an answer. Maybe its because I need someone to tell me when my jokes aren’t funny or it wasn’t really the dog that farted when we all know damn well no level of canine cuisine could have created that caustic odor that is now setting off the carbon monoxide detector, the radon detector, the smoke alarm, and the dead parakeet in the corner beginning to show signs of Riga Mortis.
What do you guys think?
