We amused / terrified myself recently by counting just just how numerous months We invested solitary within my twenties. Nineteen months. Nineteen (19) months!! Over that whole ten years of my young life, which means not as much as 16% of the time had been invested, being a twenty-something, by myself. It ain’t a lot. To produce things more that is amusing, six of the months had been invested backpacking and racking up stamps within my passport (*insert sleazy wink*) in order that really departs simply over 12 months of actual singledom.
In hindsight, my “relationship strategy” during my twenties had been simple: rest with somebody then never ever keep their part for 2 (or three) years. The closest my darling ex’s and I also ever arrived to “dating” ended up being getting drunk together within the pub, or making tacos that are homemade binge-watching Breaking Bad. We’d miss the part that is dating; move around in together straight away, merge our life entirely, get yourself a pet, speak about grown up items that neither celebration were ready for… and then split up. Perform. Etc. Etc.
Of course that’s not totally reasonable and I’m being fully a little cheeky.