Hubby always finds interesting things on Quora and forwards them on to me. Below is one topic that I found particularly interesting, especially because it called me out on a couple things that I do as a married person, and it made me recall some of my own experiences as a single woman before I met Hubby.
See the full Q&A article here – the first response on the hardest thing(s) about being a single heterosexual woman.
Knowing that every time you are asked to a dinner hosted by a couple, there’s a better than 70% chance there will be a set-up involved…Being disappointed that there’s no set-up involved at those dinners, against your better judgment.
Hubby and I haven’t actually tried to set anyone up at our dinner parties, but I think that’s mainly because we have an intimate social circle and tend to invite the same guest list over and over again, so everyone already knows each other (it also doesn’t help that most of my friends are female). I wonder if my friends sometimes wish that I would expand my network a little more so that setups could happen? But I also would feel like I’m overstepping the bounds if I were to set them up, unless they explicitly asked me to. I don’t want to be “that married friend” who thinks she knows everything there is to know about love and relationships and meddles in people’s affairs—I hate unsolicited advice too.
Going to girls’ nights out and finding that your stories of dating humiliation are the only ones anyone wants to hear (unless there are any other singles with you).
OK I admit that I enjoy dating stories, but everyone enjoys dating stories! Even single people. I know I did; the telling of, and listening to, embarrassing failed first dates and awkward break-ups was often cathartic (and if not, at least it was over a few margaritas and you got a decent buzz from it). Now that I’m married, I don’t have any more dating stories to share, but I still want to have that exchange with my girlfriends. Some people might interpret that as my looking to be entertained, “to live vicariously through my single friends,” but more accurately, I just want to connect.
Feeling awkward about going to a bar or going to a restaurant and sitting at the bar for a drink or dinner by yourself. Especially when traveling for business, when it should be the least awkward.
One time when I was in college, I went to lunch at a random diner next to an auto shop, where I happened to be getting my car’s wheels aligned. I told the hostess, “Table for one,” and she just stared at me. Like, literally stared at me for almost 5 whole seconds as if no one had ever said that to her before. Then she took me to my table, after I repeated myself, and she actually sat down across from me and said, “I will sit with you until your server comes.” She made me feel SO much more awkward than I would have ever felt just on my own. Anyway, as much as I didn’t mind eating by myself, I confess that I always brought a book or notepad with me just in case I had to avoid anyone who might feel awkward for me.
Not having anyone to turn the TV off at night and carry you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch watching a LoveBoat marathon, or to take turns with being the designated driver.
Before Hubby, I didn’t know what I was missing. I didn’t know that there was a life out there in which I didn’t have to kill all the spiders, or carry all the groceries up the stairs from the car, or be in bed at home sick with the flu, drowning in all my snot-filled tissues and wondering how long until a neighbor would find me if I were to just rot to death. Now that I have Hubby in my life, he kills a lot of the spiders, and he helps with trips to Safeway, and he tucks me under the covers and feeds me Robitussin when I’m under the weather. Finally, I am able to lean on someone else, to not always have to lean on myself for everything. And I do the same for him. Oh and the thing about taking turns being the designated driver is true too (and here I will declare utmost gratitude for Hubby, who assumes the role of DD 9 times out of 10).