My life as a traveling teacher.

“Why are you still single?” or any variation of this question is something I’ve been used to hearing for some time now. As an unattached woman in her mid-thirties who has never been married, and has no (non-furry) kids, it seems I’m some sort of an enigma. I’m not quite sure how to answer the question. I’m sure the answer is somewhere between “I’ve been focusing on myself” to “I just haven’t found the right guy!”. And it’s not because I haven’t tried. I will happily trade in my single life for companionship with the right guy who makes me proud to be his gal. I remember dating someone years back who had completely swept me off my feet. He would wake up before my alarm to scrape the ice off my windshield and make me pancakes for breakfast. He told me daily how special I was. Then, I did the unthinkable. I called him “nice”. It was as though I had given him the kiss of death. Dropkicking a puppy in his presence would have probably gone over more smoothly. I rem