Single & Winning: A Bloke's Thank-You Note to the Universe
Thank you, Fate, for that dodged romance,
For every "crazy ex" I never gave a chance.
No psycho texts at 3AM going "we need to talk,"
No "you liked her pic?!" meltdowns on my TikTok.
Never had to nod through a 4-hour vent sesh,
About her star sign, her boss, and why Mercury's a mess.
Never split rent with a girl and her 6 cats named Kevin,
Who says I'm "emotionally unavailable" for playing PS5 till eleven.
My fridge has beer, not oat milk with her name on,
No passive-aggressive sticky notes saying "the bins — come on."
No one stole my hoodies then claimed they "look better on her,"
Or made me watch _Love Island_ as emotional torture.
My mates moan their missus checks their location 24/7,
While I'm free as a lad — that's my version of heaven.
No "babe, who's Sarah?" when it's my mum texting me,
No drama, no trauma, just peace and Xbox legacy.
So here's to the bullets I dodged in Adidas slides,
The walking red flags I never swiped right on, no lies.
I'm single, I'm solvent, my gaming rank's elite —
Turns out "alone" beats "sorry babe, my phone died" on repeat.
Cheers to being lucky in love... by being lucky enough to skip it