I have been single for 774 days now, and everyone I know seems to want to change that. I wouldn't mind changing it myself, but I have problems deciding on a specific course and sticking with it, ignoring other possibilities.

For example, my mother, a bit tipsy after my birthday celebration a couple of weeks ago, blurted out, "What about _______? I like him."

"What about him?" I had no clue where she was going with this question.

"Don't you like him?"

"Sure. He's my friend," I said.

"Why don't you hook up with him?"

That's a very odd question to hear from you mother, even after she's had a few drinks. I assumed she was talking about dating, and not just naked tumbling, but either way, I explained, "It'd be weird. We're friends."

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Reimon, my ex-boyfriend, is constantly trying to foist me off on another friend of mine.

"You should date _____. You should," he insists. "He seems like a nice guy." He's right, he really is a nice guy.

"Yes, but..." My reasons not to date said friend fall on deaf ears. Every other day he says the same thing. He just wants me to get over him so he can get over me, too. Which is probably a great idea, but not so easy to actually do. [The previous statement is my opinion and is not to be construed as an accurate representation of anyone's thoughts but mine.] It's all about my visions of the future and the things I just can't picture.

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The friends at work always ask me about my love life, too. They don't personally know my non-work friends, only the stories I tell about them.

"So how's ___ ___?"

The heads in nearby cubicles all turn to listen.

"He's good."

"You're still talking to him?" There was some drama concerning the friendship. They love hearing me tell stories, and I enjoy embellishing the stories to make them as exciting as orally possible.

"Of course. He's adorable."

"Wow! After what happened?"

I somehow make my life sound exciting to others...

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Maybe I should put it up for an online vote, like I did with naming Mongkut, my betta fish.