I hate the old "you don't need a man to make you happy" argument when it's used to make you feel guilty for wanting one. Personally, I've had rotten luck with my love life, I've been in a number of relationships and I've also spent a good deal of time single. Like now. I'm generally happy, have a great career, many friends and lots of interests and activities. There. I've satisfied the requirement of "being true to yourself first" or whatever the catchphrase of the day is. Now, is it so wrong to feel that there is one thing missing in my life and to want to have it, namely, long-term companionship (male, non-platonic), intimacy, sex, and partnership? We weren't given these urges for nothing.