"So why are you single?"

"So you don't have any kids, any bids or cavities, you don't live with your parents, have a job and a grad degree. Your definitely not gay right? So may I... ask why are you single?"
Was the question she posed and because it wasn't the first time I heard it I had several responses, various verdicts. Shall I tell her about my last girl, the quote unquote relationship? Tell her how it ended and then resurrected and then ended darker then the first? Nah thinkin bout ol girl jus make me wanna curse, plus I don't wan to bad mouth her and make myself look worse.
I'll just give her the spiel how I'm just annoyed with the whole ordeal... Lost my patience, don't feel like dating, even sex is at times abstained, if that makes any sense.  Nah cause then... she gon' ask why I approached her. "Face of an angel and the bottom of a horse", of course...and the conversation, although brief was like a Marvel coming attraction: coming soon this Summer to a boo near you. Had to approach her but all I wanted was to make her blush, she acted like she was tough and I like breaking down the rough ones. So we played the millionaires exchange plus area codes and now I'm on the phone trying to keep honest and explain my m.o.  I'm single because...well my sito's usually don't last long so I figured I'd just avoid being the bad guy and just say no whenever the dope dealer tries 2 sell me some hope or some close.
She goes, "that's not the why, boy, that's the how." Shook my h, I hate this game, and said you really wanna know now?
I'm single cause I'm waiting on the other half of my soul.
I don't need a girlfriend, want a buddy or a boo. Don't need no more practice, extended benefits are due or expired. Not trying to hire and then fire or beg for the next to quit so I can enjoy my solo bliss.  When I meet this Miss... I'll probably try to deny her at first too. I can imagine her eyes, the kind that say what I like. I can picture her lips....how they frame the kiss. I'm type nervous imagining this, cause this chick right, the other half of my soul, she WILL annoy me, WILL get too lonely and do all the other things that made me play possum but she has a piece of me and well... she hot son.  Its nothing gay like "she completes me" its more like she's what I feel when I watch myself breathe... When I'm laying up face and watch my chest go down n raise n the diaphragm do the same in its place.... I know I didn't put that air there and I can stop it from being but I wouldn't dare. Suicidal. Not even to be spiteful would I hold by own breath away... Kinda how I feel when I imagine that Lady.  So all I keep is friends no more couples or courting and when I meet my best friend I'll ask her something important like "what you want first... this ring or this house?"
See I been in love and that don't last, I been thru lust and that goes as quick as it comes fast.  All I need is the best of me, the rest of me, in a 5'8 or 9 frame, her own nails and her own mane. Her spirit like mine... bugged out but on time. She has a voice that's not unique but it never leaves like evergreen. Her breath aint always jolly rancher sweet but I can wake up to it and need like I went to sleep hungry.  She rubs my head I rub her back... She gives me a baby girl and I give it right back. I'm joking I'm joking. Maybe 2 sets of twins, girls just like they Mama and the boys a better version of this.  We don't vibe we climb and our tune is elevator music. "Keep rising to the top... give it all you got". She prays with me and praises on key and my Mama and she have a secret friendship I think. My Mama calls her phone, I'm thinking she's looking for me, Mama goes "no just keep driving, this is between us Ladies."
Her and my little brother be ganging up on me... Making fun of my outfit.."Who wears a bow-tie with Chucks?? That's YOUR brother...Na ahh he's YOURS now love."
That's my wife and if I don't meet her I won't need her.  I'll stay solo and find some other lung to get by I guess.  Reason why I'm single is cause well I haven't met her yet.