Singleism In The City

I can’t even remember the last time I felt naive.  I don’t know..  Maybe like when I was 17, kissing a dude for the first time and I thought my face was being eaten off.  That feeling came back to me this week… Felt even worse and more gross than that experience if you can even imagine that.

Here’s how I ran into the brick wall.  I was thinking that seeing as I have a real good handle on my finances.  Since I always pay on time or early – in the case of rent paying 1-2 weeks early most months.  Since the bank will give me, well I’m not going to say how many tens of thousands of dollars in lines or credit and credit cards, because I think that’s one of the security questions the banks asks me…  But basically its a ridiculous amount of money that I would never use and they’re also periodically letting me know that they can raise the maximum limits despite the fact that I always refuse.  Even though I work full-time and make more than enough money to live and cover rent and have no car payment because I drive a 10-year-old and still in good condition car since I hardly drive it now.  Even though I have no school debt repayment because I paid my first degree off within the three years post-grad and paid for my second degree while concurrently working full-time.  Even though my credit rating is higher than 75% of Canadians…  Even though all that shit.  This city.  The city that is my home.  The city that I love.  The 6ix.  Toronto.  Is giving me a big fuck you.

Toronto is telling me,

No, JJ.  You cannot be a single, independent woman, who supports herself.

Why?  Because in order to get a new apartment, you need to bring in an income that is THREE times the rent.  THREE MOTHER FUCKING TIMES THE RENT.  Is this for real?  Yes, it is for real.  Be still my silly naive heart.  You cannot do this on your own, Toronto/The Universe is telling me.  Oh, what?  You thought you we’re good?  Slow down little lady.  You need yourself a man.

I know I’m being somewhat dramatic.  I could find a roommate.  But that’s not the point.  Remember all the fucking things I just listed that make me a good tenant?  Why is that not enough for you?  You want to remind a single female that if she doesn’t have a man, that’s cool but then she’s gonna need another female to help her???  She can’t do it on her own.  So if a D isn’t a priority to her than call a friend.

Let me fucking tell you something.

There is only one thing I really need a dick for.

And even then I’ve got more than enough toys that I can manage with.  You’re going to say it’s hard for a dude too.  Okay true.  But dudes are also getting paid a hell of a lot more to do not even half of what I do.  I know this.  I mother fucking know this, so don’t test me.

Don’t worry about me though.  As fuming as I am this won’t break me.  You can’t break me.  I don’t know how I’m going to make this happen just yet, I just know that I will.  You keep pushing me I’m going to run you the fuck over.  Come get me.