The thing about being single is that the highs are really high and the lows are really low.
I mean, finding yourself on the roofdeck of a hotel, buck naked and madly making out with a gorgeous guy who looks exactly like James Marsden is one of the great highs of all time. I mean, I think it's safe to say that none of my married friends are going to be doing that (at least with James Marsden) anytime soon. THAT, friends, is TOTALLY worth being single for...
But the lows....like when you find yourself eating roasted broccoli and cauliflower with horseradish sauce for dinner (because you can't get up the energy to cook yourself a real meal), while reading Rachel Ray's magazine and fantasizing about what to cook for your hypothetical kids...those lows are low.
Equally depressing: your therapist repeatedly suggesting that you consider freezing your eggs. And I am not talking about the free-range, organic kind in your fridge.
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