A new series that explores what it's really like to be single in your 30s and NGAF. I just want to be boyfriend rich. I want someone around to split stuff with who I also happen to love.
Skip navigation! Story from Relationships. Shani Silver. Last Updated 20 November , You know how the rent is too damn high? But I digress. I live in a one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, New York. There is also no garbage disposal, ceiling fan, counter top, or more than one electrical outlet per room.
What passes for linoleum in the kitchen is cracked open enough to feel a draft from below, and the shower cannot be used if anyone else in the building also fancies getting clean at that moment. The toilet flushes properly, on occasion. There is no semblance of security, and my refrigerator was made when Clinton was in office.
If it sounds childish to call this situation unfair, pass me the crayons because this is me all day. Honestly, how much do we need to gild the single girl lily? Could being single be more of an arcade claw machine at this point? The struggles of being single are legion, we know this. Partnered women get company, physical affection, the occasional cup of coffee made for them, and on top of all that they get to split bills?!
Boyfriend rich. I do not crave a life of leisure. I want a partner to split material things with me that we both need and use. There are a thousand reasons I love being single. I love listening to Cat Power on repeat as much as I damn well please.
