Everyone knew I was anti-marriage. I'd spent my life saying it was something I neither wanted nor needed.
Not everyone is married at 25 and taken care of.
I would go out with women my age, but there are no women my age.
I would never have thought, when I was in my 20s, that I would be 44 and single.
I haven't had a date in 26 years.
I was single for so long, for 42 years.
A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.
Not only is it not remarkable to be a single woman, there's no stigma attached. You see more and more women choosing to be single as well as happenstance.
All Bridget Jones did was give us a word for it - singleton - which was the worst possible thing.
I don't think that because I'm not married it's made my life any less. That old maid myth is garbage.
There's a particular kind of single woman whose relationship with her dog has a level of intensity and affection that may be both the cause and the result of her singleness. For a long time, I was that woman.
A man who is not with a woman is a dead man.
Right now, I'm as single as a slice of American cheese.
I am a person who is not mated.
An unmarried man, in my opinion, enjoys only half a life.
Valentine's Day: Rubbing singles' noses in their lack of a mate and the noses of couples in their lack of time.
I think of the friends of mine who were blissfully single in their 20s and 30s. Still single in their 40s and 50s, they seem to be contracting a bit.
I am an unmarried man, as opposed to a single man. A bachelor, according to the dictionary, is a man who has never been married. An unmarried man is not married at the moment. Many of these terms have fallen into disuse.
Strangers were worried about me; that's how long I was single!
I declare that I am a bachelor.
I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.
