Y’all know I’m a singleton, right? If you didn’t know: I’m a singleton. I enjoy my singleton life immensely, but yeah, full disclosure: I also want that demographic to change.
And I have to tell you, dear reader, that the desire to change my singleton status becomes even more heightened when autumn settles over the atmosphere.
Is it the image of walking down a leaf-strewn path with my hand inside another’s?
Gazing up at an orange moon and marveling about its wonder to someone else and not just to myself?
The general electricity in the air that seems to call out for change?
Years ago, I mentioned this to my bestie, that I seem to crave the presence of another even more during the fall. “I get it,” she said. “There’s just something in the air that makes a lot of folks feel that way.” 
Is it the prospect of dressing up in my burnt orange and boots for a non-solo dinner or movie outing?
Leaving the mark of my fall-inspired chocolate and/or burgundy lip color on another’s cheek?
Cuddling?
You’d think that a season where nature dies beautifully and bursting with color wouldn’t necessarily call for the welcoming of love. Or perhaps that’s it exactly. It is the fall of the year, after all. Nature’s last hurrah as it prepares for the unremitting winter to come. Maybe I want to fall in love in fall to prepare for the inevitable chill on its way; the darkening, cold, hushed days that, sometimes, can be unbearable when you’re alone.
#realtalk: It’s a year-round desire. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t entertain the idea of a seasonal love and then moving on when summer wakes up. But there’s just something about love and this time time of year.
C’est la vie en automne, I suppose. Happy Friday, onwards, and bon weekend…
This was so beautiful! I always wondered (well, since social media became a thing) why people start talking about cuffing season around this time. I guess it’s for all the reasons you stated! 🤷🏾♀️
Thank you. 💜😚 Yes: I had no clue what cuffing season was until I figured it had something to do with being handcuffed to someone, so relationship slang, I guess? 🤣 Ignore me; years ago I had to google what LOL meant. 🤪
All of this, and thank you for saying it out loud. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like there’s this unspoken thing where single women are supposed to never speak about their desire for love, lest they either be labeled some variation of desperate or immediately silenced by more or less well-meaning (but wholly unthoughtful) platitudes like, “NoOo, EnJoY bEiNg SiNgLe!” I never said I didn’t, Susan. Believe it or not, the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
As you can tell, I’m not passionate about this at all. 🤣
🤣🤣 Me, either.
But yes, yes, and yes. And yes. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. I can desire love and still enjoy my singleton life. Owning both doesn’t mean I will implode from the implied diametrically opposed nature of it all. It just means—newsflash, Susan—that I’m a human woman and can feel two (or three or four) ways about something. Girrrlllll. I could write a manifesto. 😂
“I never said I didnt, Susan” <—- that part! lol
‘Twas the best part of that awesome comment! LOL.
Ok, so funny you should send me this today. As I contemplate my first “autumn-themed” blog post (yea, i’m late, so what…) the title is “Another lonely Autumn…” yea. I’ll let you know when it’s ready. But we are so kindred…
With all the things we are kindred over, I wish our kindredness (not a word, but whatever) for this particular topic was both enjoying a stroll on a leaf-covered path with someone by our side. And not the opposite. Le sigh. Looking forward to reading. ❤
Literally writing now….
With all the things we are kindred over, I wish our kindredness (not a word, but whatever) for this particular topic was both enjoying a stroll on a leaf-covered path with someone by our side. And not the opposite. Le sigh. Looking forward to reading. ❤
As I read this blog I envisioned myself being handed a cup of hot chocolate, wrapped up in a blanket as I look out of the window and watch the fall breeze blow the multi-colored leaves hither and thither. The male handing me the hot chocolate was a blur but still you get the point. Fall brings about wanting warmth and comfort. My boots, oversized scarves and chunky sweaters can do but so much. Each season has its own “current mood” feeling but I absolutely agree with your post and thank you for the wonderful reads as always!!
My boots, oversized scarves and chunky sweaters can do but so much: yes, yes, and yes. Thanks for always supporting, dear friend. And the scene you’re envisioning is lovely. 😉
My pleasure!! 🍂🍃🍁Keep them coming!
Surely. 🙂 Hopefully you can check out the rest of the Blogtober posts so far.