Here's the thing with being single. It's like this Dane Cook joke. I'm paraphrasing, but it goes something like this. You're single, walking out in the rain all wet and lonely. You come up to a house, and everyone is inside, dry, happy, and in a relationship. They're all laughing and having a good time. You're looking in with your sad face like, "I want to be in there. I want to be happy like them." What you don't see though, is that person inside who notices you. And they're envious. They're like, "Look at him. I want to be where he's at. He's free to do what he wants, and he doesn't have to be at this stupid party with a bunch of people I don't even want to be around."