According to my calculations, it's been over two months since my last confession and the amount of fan mail pouring in (none) begging for its return is just getting ridiculous. So here i am skanks; it's confession time.
I confess that if one more friend tells me to get on match.com, I will cut them. If I wanted to be on Match, eharmony, plenty of fish, etc., I'd be on it.
One of my married friends has even insisted on more than one occasion that I should join
Events and Adventures aka the self proclaimed "Single Events Club". Her text message went a little something like so:
"I'm going to sign you up for Events and Adventures, but I'll do it with you. They do cool stuff like field trips to wine tastings and rock climbing."
Do I look like I rock climb? She may have had me at wine tasting, but she killed it with "field trip". I didn't know adults went on field trips unless they were chaperoning as part of their PTA obligations.
Furthermore, at
Oktoberfest this year I saw this lonely man holding up a yardstick with a "
Dallas Singles Meet-Up" computer print off stapled to it. No offense, but I'd rather die alone before I'm seen huddling around a "Dallas Singles Meet-Up" sign in a public place. Seriously? That has to be a joke.
I know all you "relationship people" don't understand us "single people" and that's perfectly fine. I don't try to understand you. I also know that being 27 and single in the South is the equivalent of having a third leg, but if I'm OK with it, then you should be too.
I'm 99 percent kidding about this, so my dear friends, let's not get all up in arms. I still have a few more years before my ovaries completely dry up. Until then, let me drink too much and make bad decisions.
I know this entire post contradicts what I'm about to say, but I honestly have no issue with online dating. I have friends who have met their spouses on it. I personally just don't want to be on it right now. Namely because I need to do all three of these things:
End rant.