Was I sleeping when dating paralleled happiness? Or became the pursuit of an enriched life? I have nothing against true love, for in many cases its like a cancerous tumor. You can't see it growing inside you til you're in the final stages of metastasis.
But what I am against, is people making the rest of us single people seem like were deficient, defective, or socially challenged because we're not coupled. I got news for you. This isn't the 19th century, and I'm not Jane Austen. Just because some of us decide we don't want to get tangled up in the messes of love doesn't mean we aren't capable of bliss.
Granted, doing your significant other's laundry, slaving in the kitchen and falling asleep to the lulling acoustics of his snoring and farting may be your idea of heaven, but spare me your ideals. It's bad enough growing up and being responsible for your own self to then rush in to more responsibility and babysitting an adult. I have enough self-worth and love in my life to have to egotistically date to fulfill a love void.
It's a free country- so if you want to babysit while your love is potato couch sitting, go ahead with your bad self. That's your idea of happiness. When I feel like limiting my liberty for the sake of amour.. I will do it. But don't hold your breath...