I'd rather be single for the rest of my life.
Really I would.
To receive calls at wee hours in the morning to have someone cooed you but totally forget he calls after a night's sleep is like dating someone with an amnesia. Only he chose to be one.
Tall, foreign, handsome, cute and sweet; but also a total liar and serial dater. No, thank you. You can go on to pretend that you are single but let everyone thinks I am all over you while you "lost" your phone on valentine's but out groping someone else. I don't really care, you can go lie to someone else. I'll see you in hell.
And I don't think I can handle someone who is intellectually challenged. No. It is challenging my intelligence and sorry, I don't think I have the ability to commute with my conscience yet. I'm not Einstein and I still need something more responsive than a wall and echoes to sit hand-in-hand on the rocking chairs with.
Single sounds like a luxury about now. Yep.