There is a conspiracy brewing to get me to fall in love again. There must be!

How else can you explain that all of a sudden, my girlfriends are talking to me along those lines?

“I will have to set you up with one of my good man friends,” one colleague said.

That very week, she brought me two romantic movies on DVD: Why Did I Get Married and A Good Man is Hard to Find.

Then I got a call from one of my sisters at church telling me that she has been keeping me in prayer to get a husband.

Then another, days later, reminded me that every Eve needs an Adam.

Now if I was looking for a mate, all of this would have been all good. But truly, I am not.

I am not trying to be the ultra-feminist and Lord knows that I am still 100 per cent heterosexual, it’s just that I don’t see hanging on a man’s arm as a priority anymore.

It doesn’t help much that the last man I shared a relationship with turned out to be a total disappointment. He lied about his age, his occupation and even his identity.

It didn’t take me too long to realise that I was better off solo, so I cut him loose.

Being single means I don’t have to deal with tricksters like that getting up in my “Kool Aid.”

I often hear my girlfriends talking about everything from being cheated on, to existing in a loveless relationship.

And while I am a good listener to their sad stories, I am relieved that I don’t have to add that to my already full plate of day-to-day stresses.

Maybe, one day, the Lord would see it fit to give me my Adam.

To be truthful, it is only him I trust to make that choice for me now after making so many bad choices on my own.

Until such time though, I will continue to revel in my “singlehood.”

Hear that girlfriends?