Technically single since my wife dumped me almost two years ago. Had a very short affair with an ex-girlfriend, but that's about that. No flirts, no funny evenings with nice girls, and generally life's been downhill from there. I tried to go out as often as possible for a while, but "things" just didn't happen, and nowadays most of the time I wonder, "Why have I come here anyway?", get to my car and drive home sad and depressed. I guess I am not made to enjoy a single's life. Being alone all of the time somehow takes away your emotional purpose and plants seeds of self-doubt into your soul, which are fed by the never-ending let-downs and low points I encounter all of the time. For the last 18 months, I felt like a ship without its anchor, drifting along the water without any real idea where I am going to.
Yes, I hate it.