I’m okay with being single. Really, I am. You should be, too.

One of the questions I’m asked most often when returning home goes something like this: “So, Alex…any ‘special’ girls in your life?” The more I hear it, the more I laugh internally when it is asked.

It’s not that I don’t understand the question — I do. It makes sense that a young, single person surrounded by other young, single people may have their eyes open for a significant other. It’s also not that I don’t have my eyes open for anyone else — there are definitely people I notice, and I don’t necessarily feel called to a life of celibacy. Besides, my mother wants grandchildren (I told her to adopt a retired racing greyhound if she wants to love on something new, but she didn’t buy the idea).

The commonality of the question of dating (and consequently, in…