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  <title>I love being alone</title>
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  <description>Today, my back was hurting after a session at the dentist on Wednesday.  I didn&apos;t want to go to the store so I&apos;d told my VA rep to let the lady who&apos;d take me that I wasn&apos;t going anywhere.  In this pain mode I&apos;m in, I can&apos;t do any side to side looking, like one does at the grocery store, b/c it will set off my muscle spasms in my neck and back.  But unfortunately, the lady taking me, Lisa, didn&apos;t get the message not to drop by to pick me up.  She showed up rather late--3pm instead of 12 noon--and she showed up with an entourage of people who wanted to see me and see my apartment.  Five people.  Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed for 15 minutes and then had to leave.  A.  My back.  B.  I have a no-company apartment, meaning it&apos;s an efficiency apt with no places for people to sit.  One person for company and they won&apos;t be all that comfortable.  There&apos;s my bed/couch (it&apos;s not a sofa bed) and my computer chair.  I also don&apos;t have anything to offer people to drink.  No big coffee maker, just ice and water and four glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invariably asked if I&apos;m lonely, do I have a boyfriend, and am I looking for another place to live so I can have friends over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. No.  And NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I said no, two of these women said, &quot;But don&apos;t you want to get married?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.u.c.k. N.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from me being rather a loner anyway, this apartment is the first time in my 50+ years that I&apos;ve been able to live alone.  A-Lone.  Just me and my kitty (who stayed under the sofa for the entire time the company was here).  I don&apos;t want a roommate, I sure as shit don&apos;t want a boyfriend.  I am enjoying my alone-time.  I love having my BFF, and wish she could visit (waves at Chris) or that I could visit (she lives in the UK), but that&apos;s about as far as I go on the comfort scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is it with women who are brainwashed into this &quot;must have a boyfriend/husband to feel comfortable and not alone&quot; shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I&apos;m 70, ask me again if I&apos;m lonely, but I think I need another 50 years living by myself before I&apos;ll be comfortable sharing my life again.  FCOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=riverfox&amp;ditemid=50782&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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