I have been asked quite a few times in my life growing up if I have a boyfriend. I’m lucky that it hasn’t happened at the dinner table during the holidays just yet, but I would be subtly asked about it. The answer is always the same, and it has been for the past couple of years:

No, I don’t have a boyfriend. Yes, I am OK with that.

I have had crushes since I learned what puberty was. Actually, my first one was third grade when one boy in my class had hair that looked like Zac Efron from "High School Musical 2." I would learn later in life that he’s an asshole.

There have been more as time went on, and none of them I’ve dated. Being honest, I’m OK with that.

Yes, I know I’m 19 and I probably should’ve had my first boyfriend at this point, but I haven’t and it’s OK. I learned as I got older that I have been successful in my life so far without one.

I’ve been living my best life without one.

I’ve done a lot of successful things that I could mention that have been some of the happiest moments of my life, and all of them were not related to a boyfriend.

Of course, writing this so close Valentines Day, I would think the be a little iffy about finding that someone. But in reality, I’m still waiting for that special someone. It just hasn’t happened yet. I know I will have heartbreaks in the future, but I think that God has plans for me to succeed in my own doings first.

So for the time being, life is great for me. I am having the time of my life so far, and I don’t need a man by my side.