The toilet paper dilemna

I'm sure there are people out there living single in mansions, people who's guest bedroom, office, and living room are not the same room, but most singletons can get by pretty comfortably on a few hundred square feet and I'm one of them.  That being said, storage space is at a premium in my 3 room apartment.  I have no pantry to stock.  Buying in bulk is out of the question.  There are lots of reasons this frustrates me, but most things can be purchased in something approaching a single serving, if at a cost. 

Except toilet paper.  Sure, you can buy one roll of toilet paper, but it's the same awful stuff they put in public restrooms.  If you want a reliable, name brand bath tissue, you usually have to commit to block of triple rolls the size of an ottoman.  That's great if you want something squeezably soft to rest your feet on, but whatever happened to the 4 pack of toilet paper?  Why has it been shoved off the shelves of major retailers to make way for paper products that require an SUV to transport?  And why is there an occasional four pack of single rolls wedged between 'valu' packs of 36 triple rolls?  Is there nothing in between?

Okay, there is.  Like an explorer of old I have found a few bastions of the four pack in pharmacies and neighborhood stores. There are a handful of stores I frequent entirely because I once found a pack of good TP there that I could fit under my bathroom sink.  This weekend I stumbled upon gold at the local Ben Franklin - a 4 pack of regular Cottonelle Double Rolls  (My bottom cleaning dream!).  I don't know whether to tell every apartment-dweller I know, in the hopes of demand driving supply, or keeping it a secret in the hopes that I can slowly work my way through their entire shipment. 

Not a dating blog

I've decided to try to my hand at writing about living single.  I know for most of my potential readers it's a transient state like between jobs.  For those people, I offer the wisdom of many, many uninterupted years of singularity.  For others, like myself, it has become the normal state of existence.  Whatever the reason, not everyone forms cute reproducing pairs. 
It took a long time, but I am finally coming to terms with the fact that you don't have to ride off into the sunset with Prince Charming to live happily ever after.  It's possible to have a joyful, fullfilling life without a partner or house full of progeny.  It's possible to be relevant in the lives of people you don't share genes with or even a bed.  It's possible to go to the theatre alone - and restaurants and even bars and clubs.  It's possible to be one and still be wonderful. 
So, please have a seat at my table for wonderful.  I'll talk about the hassles of a living single in a bulk buying world, how to cook for one without throwing out enough food for a family, and how to respond to the people who just have to know why you're single.