Picture this: you are at a dinner party, and someone asks the question that everyone dreads: “So, are you seeing anyone?” You smile, lay down your fork, and say, “No. And honestly, I'm not looking.” The table goes silent for two seconds until someone changes the subject to rent prices.
That silence speaks volumes. Not about the person, but about how little room American culture allows for people who have deliberately, thoughtfully chosen to stay alone. Not because they’ve given up on connection. But because it matters so much to them that a hollow version of it is worse than none at all.
