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a sunday lover.

there comes a point every night when i crawl or hoist myself into bed and in the space between bended knees and face flat into the pillow that i give thanks for the comfort of a bed that is all my own.

for anyone who has ever shared a bed--be it a single night or several years--with someone who's not quite right, you know the joy that sleeping alone can bring. the not-quite-right provides a perspective like no other. a glorious thing that perspective is.

someone recently asked me if i mind being single? what a silly question. well, i haven't yet met someone who makes me wanna to give up my current Facebook status, so no. i don't mind it. not at all. i'm pretty sure that i wasn't so snide when responding to him, but he was angling, and i was side-stepping. (and just in case you didn't know, i'm not the girl that feels the need to list any sort of Facebook relationship status at all. so there). and why does blogger keep capitalizing Facebook for me? maybe i want a lowercase f...

damn, this was meant to be a poetic and lovely post about sundays and the space between and the yearning for a companion.

let me try again:

i don't mind this single life.

not usually.

but sundays are different. sundays i feel the absence upon waking. it is on sundays that i long for a brunch companion. or someone to help me with the new york time's puzzle. someone for whom to make an extra bit of coffee. someone to fall back into bed around noon with.

a sunday someone.

one of my girlfriends recently said she was in search of a part-time lover.

i'll take one just for sundays, please.


Kelly said...

Once in an interview Nicole Kidman said the reason her and her husband named their daughter Sunday was because they felt the same way that you just wrote about when they were single. They felt like their daughter was blessing due to their love, their "love baby," so they named her Sunday. I thought that was so sweet.

Also, soon as I saw the title of your post I thought of the song "Sunday Kind of Love" by Etta James...beautiful.

Emily said...

A part-time lover. I like that. I think I'd like mine on Thursday evenings...

I'm always uncomfortable answering the question if I mind being single. I don't like feeling as though I have to convince someone that I like my life "despite" my relationship status. It's an uncomfortable starting point for such an important conversation.

meg said...

I like the idea of a "part-time lover". The first part of your post reminds me of this poem :


Ms. D said...

Sundays are lovely that way.

Anonymous said...

I can't wait for you to meet the right man who will be a Sunday and every other day of the week lover :) The wait will be so worth it.

just sayin' said...

I absolutely loved everything about this post!

forward [e]motion said...

i was talking to a friend about this today and i feel like maybe it's a bit of a mid-twenties thing. the days of one night stands or fleeting trysts are over (at least, they've become tiresome), but what then? the wait or the search for the "someone"? daunting.

and it's hard to be patient for something that is so damn appealing - authentic companionship, sunday morning loving, true connection.

you write about a lot of things that really resonate with me, this one especially. beautifully written, meg.

(and i was recently inspired to join up on pinterest after your post the other day - ohmygosh. so addictive! )

bel. xx

Lottie said...

Finding the perfect person to share my bed with has made my Sunday mornings perfect--I am sure you will find the right person very soon

colleen said...

"a sunday kind of love" - etta james song, you'll like

also this article in the post this weekend. so, so good.


Robby Spratt said...

I love this post, Meg! These are some great thoughts.
Reading your words helps me better realize the things that I am hoping for.
I have often felt that you and I are at similar stages in life, and looking for similar things. The difference is that I don't have the courage to express myself so openly on my own blog.

Ana Magdalena said...

OhmyGosh, I thought I was the only one who experienced the sunday love syndrome. I am happy being single but I just wish I'd someone to cuddle with every Sunday.


becky said...

My boyfriend and I just broke up and this broke my heart. I haven't been single for over three years and whilst we didn't spend every Sunday together by any stretch, I just don't know what I am going to do with them.

Brei said...

We call it Sunday Bloody Sunday amongst my friends. You get a little Sunday angst and just want someone to curl up with.

Kate said...

I love how you said, "someone who makes me wanna to give up my current Facebook status." I don't think I've ever heard it put so perfectly. Some people don't understand that for me it's not about being with someone, it's about being with a certain someone. I don't want to be in a relationship for the sake of being in a relationship.

Although, mind you, I have met someone who I would willingly change my Facebook status for.

Mindy said...

it's funny that i'm catching up on your blog today and find this. i wasn't going to call him, i really wasn't. and i'd been successful at avoiding his name in my phone all week. but then came sunday, and that sunday loneliness.. the someone to brunch with, the someone to wind down your week with, the someone to motivate you to get out of bed just long enough to get some groceries but tells you not to worry about putting on make up because you look great.. it won today. so i know exactly what you're talking about.

Shane said...

Wow this is too perfect. So relevaant to my life right now. Recently posted the 9 reasons it's perfectly okay to be single. Check it out!

xo Shane

Mel said...

"well, i haven't yet met someone who makes me wanna to give up my current Facebook status, so no. i don't mind it. not at all."
This. This is perfect. I do agree, though, that a Sunday lover would be just the right kind.