Relationships

I Don’t Need a Man

That doesn’t mean I don’t want one

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

I feel like a broken record by this point, but I don’t understand all the recent commentary about (heterosexual) dating. You know the articles. The ones that say straight men are all going to die alone because strong, independent women don’t need a man.

Um, why exactly would that happen? I don’t need a man. That doesn’t mean I don’t want one.

I’m a strong, independent woman

I guess. I don’t know exactly what the criteria are. But I have a successful, well-paid career as a copywriter, which I enjoy. I pay my own bills. I know how to change a light bulb (okay, that one’s not that impressive. I’m not actually good at DIY. But money buys the services of people who are, so…).

I can cook and clean. I don’t wish to, but I can. I make my own appointments (is it really true that lots of adults in the USA have their parents arrange their doctor appointments etc for them?). I can run my own life quite successfully.

I don’t understand why this would preclude me from wanting love, companionship and support. Surely “strong, independent women” wouldn’t have friends if you follow that to its logical conclusion.