Singleton, Smug Marrieds and then there is me.
I think it goes without saying that I am pretty lonely most of the time. In fact, lonely is probably an understatement of the grandest proportions. Once upon a time, I used to cherish the occasional solo brunch as a time to relax, regroup and reconnect. Now it is just the beginning of my weekend morning and simply de rigeur.
The moments of contact I have with Bond, usually around 20 minutes at Midnight, are unsurprisingly not enough to stave off one's sense of emptiness. I have tried text messaging a few people whom I thought might be interested in a catch-up - but no dice. So Saturday night, I am here at home, having done some vacuuming, ironing, washing, watched three episodes of BtVS (reliving Season 3) and now contemplating bed.
I have all the disadvantages of a relationship, and very few of the advantages. And it seems that the single people I know socialise without me at the moment, and the "smug marrieds" only socialise with other "smug marrieds". Somewhere along the way I became Bridget Jones (Granny undies included), with my Mr Darcy far away.