He wanted a girlfriend
But then again he didn’t.
He was happy with his own company
Most of the time.

When he got bored
He would visit friends
But after so many years
This became mundane.

Besides, where would he meet someone?
He wasn’t into social functions.
He found them samey
And fake.

He could come and go as he pleased
No rules to follow but his own.
Not having a girlfriend was a small price to pay
For the brief moments of monotony.