I had the book How to Be Single in my car. The SO saw it and got all manner of perturbed.
Him: Are you trying to learn something?
Me: It is fiction.
Him: Ok, because you aren’t single.
Me: Yes I am.
I’m remembering months of legal wrangling and arguing to establish the fact that yes I am single. I remember him saying that all he wanted for his birthday was my divorce to go through. Now I’m suddenly not single?
Him: Well, maybe as a tax filing status you’re single.
The conversation drifts away and we go about our errands. But about once an hour he’d bring it up out of the blue.
Him: blah, blah, blah, talking about something else entirely AND YOU ARE SO NOT SINGLE!
An hour later – Him: talk, talk, talk, YOU ARE TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OFF THE MARKET!
Ok, now I get it. To him single = not in a relationship instead of seeing single = not married. It is sweet when you look at it like that.