Being Single Is Not THAT Cool

This is for all those girls out there who are full of class, spunk, fun, adventure and all things good, and still remain for lack of a better word-miserably single. You're the girl that people or better yet family members stare at and say, "Why are you single?"

For me, that's the worst...going to a family party and anticipating some aunt you haven't seen in months say something to the effect that you're so ____(insert something good here) you must be dating someone. I slink back in my chair, try to put on a confident, "i'm fine on my own" face and give an answer-any answer-that won't make me seem like I've put too much thought into having me a man. It goes something like this. "Yeah there's been some boys, but you know I'm focused on my major right now so we'll see what happens." Actually what I really want to do is scream and say, "Look I don't know why I don't have a boyfriend...you tell me why I don't have a freakin' boyfiend because I haven't the slightest inckling of a measley clue."

And you know what I love is those girls who act like being single is the greatest thing ever. No. No. No. Maybe for like the first month, and then you watch those romantic chick flick movies and suddenly you realize you don't have 'that'. The dating world becomes like an ultra exclusive club, and you aint gettin' in.

Your girlfriends start talking about how they miss their boyfriends because they haven't seen them in God forbid, 24 hours. Suddenly you can't relate. So then you start to find other single girls like the fabulous self that you are, and you girls form a bond that's rooted in a strong appreciation for one another because there's an understanding. You're not alone. You're not the only one. So you go to clubs and you have fun doing the girly, single scene, but in the back of your head you're always waiting, wishing, thinking that somewhere out there your exclusive club membership with a devastatingly handsome man on your arm awaits you.

Glasses raised to my single bitches,
J