Do you ever wonder if being alone too long makes it tougher to adapt to a relationship when it arrives? When you start comparing potential mates to the glowing character of your dog, it's the beginning of the end for sure. For those that have been single for a while, do you worry about:

Having to account for your whereabouts
Spending more, saving less
Shaving your legs/beard/whatevah
The first time someone tries to step in with your dog/kid/business/etc.
Sharing the remote?

I like to think that falling in love allows us to turn a blind eye to the loss of such petty little privileges. But when you've spent too much time honing your independence, they've got to be harder to give up. Just musing. And hoping I haven't unwittingly fashioned myself into a terminally single person. Ha! Thoughts?