A Single Girl, John Mayer and a Box of Crayons
Tomorrow is my birthday and every year as another birthday approaches, I reflect on the year before. Mostly, I am thankful and happy about what great accomplishments I made or goals I reached, but I also reflect on my personal life, particularly my love life.
I have never been married, and I don’t have any children. I am in my 30’s and I am single. I have been for quite some time. I do go on dates, but not nearly as much as I did over a year ago, when I was very active on almost every online dating site. Before you feel sorry for me or tell yourself that there must be something wrong with me, you should know that I live a good life, I have a great circle of friends and I’m anything but lonely.
I’m often asked who I’m dating or if I have a boyfriend, and when I say I’m single people look at me as if I’m an alien with twenty-six eyes.
They usually follow up with the question, “Why?” Before, I never quite knew how to answer them so I usually said something like, ‘Well, your guess is as good as mine, because I’m a great catch!’ Then, I laughed and quickly moved on to another topic.
The truth is I do know why.
A while ago I came across a quote by John Mayer that was really interesting. I rarely ever make note of quotes from celebrities, but when I read this one, I thought it summed up why I’m single (well from a guy’s point of view) and how I feel when I meet guys. I copied his quote and slightly changed it to fit me, as a woman. Here’s the altered version:
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back.
I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal.
I have a bit of a problem though in that I only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem?
I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who’s an 8 color type, I’m like, Hey, Cerulean! And he’s like, Oh, you mean blue! And he goes off on his blue thing, and I’m like, No…I want Cerulean!
For some reason, people think being single, unmarried and unattached to a significant other means I’m lonely and unhappy. It doesn’t mean that at all. It really just means I’ve learned to bypass those 8 color boxes of crayons, so I’ll be ready and available when I meet a 64 color box.