I published Forever Alone: One Introverted Millennial’s Half-Agonizing, Half-Hopeful Journey Through Singledom in 2021 as a 7-part podcast miniseries. I’m re-publishing it exclusively on Substack in both audio and written form! You can opt to read from the beginning here.
Excerpt: “If it’s a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife, then it’s also a universal truth that a single woman in the same damn position can’t find a husband to save her life.
I hate to start out with a complaint, but there you have it. I’ve been single—well and truly, somewhat egregiously—for over 8 years. And while I’m not in possession of a fortune akin to Jane Austen’s Mr. Darcy, to quote an artist for our times, ‘If I were a man, I’d be the man.’ That’s Taylor Swift.
Humor me for a minute. I contend that any 33-year-old single man who’d been successfully running his own business for over 7 years, who spent his time doing work that sincerely helped people, who was decently attractive by normal standards, who owned his own home and had a very cute dog, who had spent years doing inner work on himself, and who was smart, sharp and funny—could literally meet a woman tomorrow and be engaged within two weeks, if he wanted to.
I am that man. Except I’m a woman. So, I’m still single.”
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