"How are you single?"
Hey, thanks a bunch for asking. I literally ask myself this same question everyday! Let me explain:
So you're sassy.
You have an outgoing personality, you shake your booty a little more than usual when you walk, and you even rock the Miley buns because your sass is never ending. You turn heads with your yellow aura and give kissy lips in photos.
So you're sweet.
Yeah, you're a sass-a-frass who enjoys the purple hair and middle finger more than you should, but you're also soft-hearted and kind. You make caramel popcorn and drop it off to your boyfriend's mom, you give compliments, and even scratch backs!
So you're successful.
You're young, but wise above your years. You have two jobs, go to a prestigious college, and still find the time to vacation monthly. You rock life.
So you're single.
You have the ass... i mean sass, you're sweet and smiley, and not only do you have life figured out, it is wrapped around your finger.
WHY ARE YOU SINGLE?
The answer is short: men don't know how to handle intimidating women.
OMG, your girlfriend is more popular than you? OMG your girlfriend is smarter than you? OMG your girlfriend is cuter than you? As your girlfriend, I could give a flying f*ck whether I am smarter, cuter, or more popular than you, and i just cant understand why they care so damn much.
Wait! Could it be society has taught men that women are inferior? That women cannot be the sole provider, the money maker, the "man" in the relationship? SURPRISE! They can.
So ladies, moral of the story is this:
Don't allow men to lessen your importance. Any man that has an issue with you being "better" has insecurities about himself that he needs to figure out. Find a man who will take pride in your excellence and bask in your importance. Find a man who wants nothing more than to see you succeed.
So to answer my own question, along with yours...
Yes, I'm single. Why? Because I'm too good to settle for a man that can't see my sass, my sweetness, and my success. I'm too busy climbing up to fall back down into your arms.