I’ve always been a homebody. I’m shy, super busy and would rather catch up with my family on Skype than twerk in a short skirt. I’ve tried the party scene and it really just isn’t for me. But occasionally, I’ll blossom from my wallflower persona and do something different.
My friend Tasia’s birthday was a proper occasion to get up, get out and do something. So I pulled on a classy-meets-sassy pencil skirt-slash-thrift store find, an over sized sweater, layered some statement necklaces, donned a dark lip and faced the night. And in all honesty, I had a lovely time! Sometimes it’s nice to just talk to people, which is what the night consisted of – a group of nice girls, dinner, drinks, dancing and casual convo about boys, campus drama and post-grad plans. I let myself go and just enjoyed the moment, barhopping with a bevy of baddies up and down U Street. At the end of the night, I kissed the birthday girl on the cheek and hopped into a cab to my quieter side of town.
I woke up later that morning to a new email alert from my bank and yelped. I went from a hard-earned three-digit balance to a low two. How the hell did I spend that much money?! I tallied up my expenses in my head. Blowout, $25. Manicure, $10. Spanx (because you GOTTA keep it tight, right?), $30. Vanilla martini and strawberry margarita, $21…not to mention dinner, before and after transportation and tips. Sheesh.
Recently, I overheard a twenty-something guy complain about how much his relationship was costing him. Every other day, he takes his girlfriend out to lavish West End dinners or he treats her to concerts and plays around the District. He loved her, he explained, but he didn’t love the price tag that came with the relationship. And I hear things like that all of the time. Remember the $200 date trending topic on Twitter? Some tweeters said that $200 is nothing if the girl (or guy) is truly special. But others scoffed at that notion, saying that dining hall dinner would get the job done. And that STILL costs money! I guess that love does cost a thing. Hmph.
Yeah, being single sucks sometimes – but I don’t have to spend my intern stipend on cufflinks or cologne. I do, however, end up using some of it on cutie runs, happy hours or my signature single girl dates. Either way it goes, money will end up being spent. However, I think that it costs more to be single than to be in a relationship. I mean, think about it.
When you have a steady boo – one that’s actually of quality – you don’t have to worry so much about impressing him ALL of the time. Hair appointments, nails, waxes, new outfits and everything else in between are at your discretion…you’re not doing it for him. But us single gals have to keep it cute and remain in the line of potential vision at all times. Opportunity could be anywhere at anytime – and who wants to look shabby or be at home when it happens? I know I don’t.
CollegeCandy ladies and gents, correct me if I’m wrong. Is being single more expensive?
When she’s not watching for Blue Ivy sightings or doing some serious Facebook creeping, Khalea moonlights as a print journalism major at the REAL HU, Howard University. Follow her on Twitter at @letsbeKHAlear, or feel free to Twatch. Whatever works for you.