I made the same choice and I’m probably going to die alone because i can no longer bear the thought of someone else’s morning breath, or snoring, or someone getting jealous over bullshit, or stroking someone’s somehow both underdeveloped and overblown ego. I have lovely male friends I would not date, but by the time my son graduates I’ll be 52, I think? Or 51. Either way, set in my ways. Maybe I’ll join a cult. Or live in a commune. Just so the cats don’t eat my face before anyone even notices I’m missing.