After asking if I’m seeing anyone, older women always tell me “Oh sweetie, don’t worry. You’re young. You’ll find him.”

I wish they gave me a dollar every time they said that, too. I wouldn’t be a millionaire, but I’d be pretty loaded.

I typically follow-up with a shrug and a reply along the lines of “I don’t really care if I do or not,” after which I’m often praised for my strength and independence.

While a part of me does believe that I’ll eventually find “The One,” I’m not lying when I say I don’t care if I never do. Marriage would be nice, I guess…but I don’t want kids, so what’s the point? That whole “true love” thing would be a nice bonus. But I’ve been in love before and the thing I’ve realized is that it’s way more important for me, at least right now, to love myself.

I’m a people-pleaser, though. I love to be there for my friends. To just be around people. I love to help others. Unfortunately, this has caused more than a few issues for my own mental health.

But you know what it’s taught me?

No guy has ever or will ever make me as happy as I can make myself. And you know what? I don’t want to rely on another person for that, anyway. That’s really just setting myself up for failure, and I don’t like to fail.