I'm single. It's partially my own fault (I'm stubborn and exacting and terrified) and partially not. I don't often sit around bemoaning my fate and eating pints of ice cream. I mean, I totally sit around eating pints of ice cream, just minus the bemoaning part. I have a life, and outside of the rare hormone-driven meltdown, I like it quite a lot.
My laptop is a huge part of this life I lead. I'm not ashamed to admit that it's very often the first thing my bleary-eyed self sees upon waking. I maybe even coo at it, "Hello lover." This is because I co-sleep with my laptop. It's cool, we don't spoon or anything and it doesn't have its own side of the bed ... but let's be real -- it's usually on the right. Somewhere between turning 18 and now being 30, my laptop has wound up being the most serious and fulfilling relationship I've ever been in. Sure, one day soon I'll be dating someone again, but my laptop -- he's the best boyfriend I've ever had.