Secret Single Behaviour

We all do it. Yesterday, Friday night, I was sitting on my bed browsing Pinterest when I realised the unthinkable happened:

I was home alone Friday night while all of my friends had dates.

Living in a house full of girls is like my favourite thing ever, don't get me wrong. There's a near constant supply of chocolate; instead of being cruelly limited to my own personal wardrobe I have six readily at my disposable, and I get to do everyone's hair for nights out. However, as the only single girl in the house, depressing moments like that can sneak up on you. Hurriedly, I messaged one of my home girls who reassured me that she was - and I quote - "Cuddled up to my dog with a dead laptop and my memories to keep me company,". Nice one Imy. Pizza forever man.

So suddenly it was like all my secret single behaviour came sneaking out at once, in order to avoid a tragic Bridget Jones a la Chaka Khan situation; and here were my top moments:

Listening to Bonnie Tyler.

Whether you need a hero or every now and then you fall apart, the woman always has a good word to say. So in your moments of glorious singleness (I also recommend and empty house) crank up the BT and go wild. Seriously you have no partner to judge you. Long live the 80s power ballad.

Recreating Natasha The Great's Pocket Full of Sunshine, Easy A style.

No-one knows how to fully rock the secret single behaviour like our girl Emma Stone. How many times have you shamelessly sung to this in the shower? Countless. Do you have a pocket full of sunshine? Yes you do. Will sticks and stones ever break you? No, because no-one is here to hear you caterwauling the sweet verses of Natasha Bedingfield.

Catching up on Superfruit.

Hannah turned me onto this. All spare allotted time is now catching up with the greatest (and cutest!) show on the internet. If you do not love Scott and Mitch then I'm not really sure what I will do. #fcute

Exhausting the phone book wondering where all your single friends are.

For once in your life, you're just ready to parrrrrrtaaaaay, but there is not another living soul to party with. Bummer. Apparently mine are at home because everyone in Chester is in a committed relationship.

Home girls, stay golden.