I’VE BEEN SINGLE — and I’ve been married. A lot.
Being single doesn’t hold much appeal, and now that I’m considerably older, it holds even less.
Actually, I loathe being single. Maybe I subconsciously married someone 16 years my junior to virtually guarantee that I’ll sail off into the ether before she does.
She goes to the gym three evenings a week. During those times, when I walk through the bedroom, the above is what I see, and I imagine it as a permanent scene. Grim.
I prefer the photo below.