Topic: What is the worst thing about being single? | |
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having to clean the bathroom....yuck
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No one to kiss me on the neck (or anywhere else for that matter!) |
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Washing my own feet.
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Matching socks
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No one to kiss me on the neck (or anywhere else for that matter!) |
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Not having anyone to cuddle with or hold hands with.
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sex isnt at your dismay haha
and batteries are expensive |
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Hmmmm. Tough question.
I'd say kissing.... I love to kiss and dating, well, it's not conducive to me getting my kissing quota. |
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What is the worst thing about being single? I hate being single. Until I've been with someone for about 3 months. Then I WANT to be single. But that wears off. And then I want to be with someone again. Until I actually am. And then I want to go hide in a cave in Uzbekistan somewhere. I guess I just need to meet someone who has more depth than a napkin. |
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Seeing pathetically cute happy couples out in public when your by yourself So true...so true. ... and wanting to kill them. true, true! |
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A big empty bed. Which I now have to share with a dog instead of a beautiful woman. Don't get me wong I love my dog... she's just not my type.
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What is the worst thing about being single? I can't think of anything. Being single rocks ! |
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Not knowing what you're getting in website dating.
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having to clean the bathroom....yuck You could not be single and have to do that anyway! |
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Not being able to share your life and the beauty of the world with someone you have great affection and caring for, companionate love....
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Not knowing what you're getting in website dating. Ummmm...forgive my cynicism...but you don't always know what you are getting in real life either. |
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Memories of not being single.
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sleeping alone :(
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The countless opportunities that I always **** up. On the average when I go for a night, I probably pass up the chance with like 30 potential people and I haven't been able to figure out why I do this.
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A big empty bed. Which I now have to share with a dog instead of a beautiful woman. Don't get me wong I love my dog... she's just not my type. Wanna trade dogs? I got a beautiful, mature Rottie and she's not even related. |
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