"I am a single woman in my late 30s. I'm attractive and extroverted .. I look at all of my married friends and secretly thank god every day that I don't have their lives. Not one of them has the marriage I would want. I would MUCH rather be single than be with someone that I am not head over heels in love with. ... I'm tempted to tell her the truth—her husband is a distant jerk that has no time for her or the kids, all of his friends are overgrown 40-year old frat boys looking for a porn star to marry and clean house, and I love going home and not having to answer to anyone. I date plenty, but I choose to keep it casual (generally with much younger men). I will continue to keep my thoughts to myself, but is it so terribly wrong to enjoy being single? My single friends seem so miserable that I'm starting to think I am the weird one."
Ever notice how every guy on the internet has washboard abs, is taking a break from his promising MMA career, remains confident that the successful business he owns will go from strength to strength, and still has time to woo his besotted Victoria's Secret model girlfriend?
I have just met the female equivalent.