Well, I can't actually argue with any of the proposals put forward in the linked article.
But I'm not really the argumentative type at heart, so I suppose I shall simply continue my lonely one-way slide into the twilight world of dial-out meals, setting out to watch porn films with the intention of beginning by w*king but sooner or later ending up crying due to the lovely young nubile stars (on whose youthful flesh gravity has yet to start is evil work), dossing about on the internet till the early hours of the morning hoping that at some stage it will take off as an replacement for my now thoroughly-barren social life (which came to a spluttering end 25 years ago, shortly after I left university), drinking to binge-drinking levels on my own every night of the week (because alcohol numbs the existential pain of severe social isolation), snuggling down to bed each night in my cigarette-burned duvet whose cover I haven't washed in over three years, before waking up wonder if this day will be the same as the last.
Pah, I'm happier single. You get more free time to yourself.
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