Happily single in denial

As much as I hate to admit this is true, wifeyD was a rebound. He was a rebound that could’ve evolved into a healthy long lasting boyfriend. After I lost him both physically and facebookwise, at first, I found it hard to accept my loss. However after a few days of thinking hard, losing him was not as unbearable as I thought it would be. Maybe it was due to the fact that it was shortlived, who knows?

I’m not really sure if it’s my pride talking or my heart talking if I should announce that I’ve accepted being single. I finally met Gsupreme today and he wasn’t as good looking as I thought he would be. Not to mention the fact that there was no signs of flirtatious vibe in our conversation, I bid him farewell after a 17 dollars dinner at my favorite diner. “See you again”, which was in deed synonymous to “I’m sorry. I am not interested”. Somehow, my guilt made me type ‘kisses’ at the end of my message.

Is it too bad to be single? Does accepting myself as a single gay man in his fresh thirties seem a bit abnormal to feel too happy about? Something inside of me is at least yelling out a true happiness which hasn’t been actually visible for quite sometime already. I’m young, capable, single and might I add, happy.

Listening to: Christina Aguilera - Hurt