Giving Myself A Hand

I’m one of the world’s millions of single twenty-somethings.

I have no one to keep me company at night, no one to take out for dinner, no one to cuddle up to when it’s cold outside and just not warm enough inside.

But let it be known, I’m OK with that. Really.

See, I’m ok with that because, as you know, I have myself. Oh yes, that’s exactly what I mean.

I handle myself quite well, most of the time.

It’s just that, sometimes, even I’m not in the mood for it.

And while that shouldn’t be a problem, it turns out to be quite the predicament when I convince myself to suck it up and go for it. They do say it’s like pizza, right?

Most of the time it’s just fine, but every so often, it fails miserably.

Have you ever fallen asleep on yourself?

I have.

Yes, friends, I’m man enough to say that there are times in my life when even I don’t do it for me and I wake up the next morning with my pants around my ankles and severely confused.

More than once.

(Actually, a few times. For serious.)