The one

I wonder where did it all go to. Believing in THE ONE and looking forward to spending years (not a lifetime) with that person.

And I actually realize, quite a fair bit of the people around me have been with the other half for quite a while. And I don't excatly envy. Yes, I'm happy for them but I can't visualize myself being with another person for years.

Dating (if that's what it's called) is starting to be quite a hassle. Feeling obligated to meet that person, even when its just once a week. Once is alright. 2 times seems a bit too much and anything more than that is overwhelming.

I'm used to singlehood. I'm not what one will call a raging stallion who's going out there to set some world record in fucking the most guys, dating the uber hots ones, yada yada.

If any, then it's prolly a bit worrying that there's a desire lacking in everything. lacklusture.