Single. Really single.

While bemoaning my pathetic life to one of my friends today, I suddenly realized it is worse that I thought.

I am, bar none, the only woman I know and see on a regular basis that isn't married or dating someone.

Well, except for my mother.

And, even still, I didn't respond to that text message at 2 a.m. the other night asking me if I wanted to meet for a drink.

I don't know if pride alone is going to be enough to get me through this particular rough patch.