Alone again, naturally.

Birds do it, frogs do it, elephants do it, rhinoceri do it, slugs do it.

Pair up, I mean.
Have a mate, I mean.
Mate, I mean.

So what's my problem?

HMMMMMM?

Alone again ... unnaturally

OK so I like being my own boss - mistress of my own fate - I can pick my own toothpaste, turn out my bedside light when I want to and fart out loud in bed without offending anyone but myself. I like being alone....
But - I am alone. Even when I don't want to be.
The world revolves around pairs - 2 by 2 - even the oddest of people have a significant other - equally odd, often - but often strikingly opposite.
Why am I alone? I'm not totally hideous. I seem to amuse and entertain people when we are in a group - I'm friendly and easy to talk to - but I"m alone.
On dating websites, I get the " I"m pursuing another relationship" message more often than not - which is a polite way of saying " I'm not that into you and I'm nice enough not to say that".
Maybe my standards are too high? But what's the point of having standards if they aren't high? Does anyone have low standards?
Is it too much to ask that someone be able to spell?
Anyway, that's where I am.
I could cuddle up to a plumber or a mechanic - no I couldn't. How snobby of me.
Perhaps there's the rub.
I think I'm too good for some people?
But I know myself and I know I'd be unhappy settling.
So, I am alone.
for now.

Introductions please

Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the amazing invisible woman - but I'm not alone. There are millions of us women of "that certain age" where we are no longer young and hot and are not yet old and cute. We're like an apple that's slowly going bad - once we're completely rotten, we're cute and wrinkly and make good doll's faces. But for now, we could walk the length of a crowded mall NAKED and not be noticed. Fact.
Not that I've tried it but it's tempting.
So, what to do? What to do?
Well, some women opt for making themselves more visible - and more ridiculous - hair colours not found in nature, long red talon nails, high heeled boots, lip-reader jeans and too much makeup.
Others give up - grey-streaked hair in a pony tail, baggy MOM pants, running shoes, sweatshirt.
The third group, like me, whose children won't allow me to do either of the above, struggle along with our few extra pounds and our pouchy eyes and thinning lips, hoping that no one will notice us.
And no one does.