Me, a 31 year old single girl in a prairie city that’s more like a small town. The world as my oyster and no relationships on the horizon. And the ever present question…”I just don’t understand, how are you still single?” (Listen, if I and everyone else who's single knew the answer to that precious question, do you think I'd actually still be single?)
I’ve been mainly single for about 5 years, with the occasional blip on the radar that might have lasted a couple of months before the bozo realized he “just didn’t want to be in a relationship” (with me), or, "I've been hurt so badly I don’t think I can ever love again” (correction, you’re a pussy and you’re not willing to take a chance), or – my personal favourite – I get the “fade out.” After a few weeks of daily texts, frequent dates (or hang outs as some people like to call them so you don’t ever feel any real obligation to the other person) and probably a few sessions in the bedroom…nothing. Well, there might be a few scattered texts, but then, nothing (these guys are just as much of a pussy as the guy who thinks he can never love again). Honourable mention goes to the guys who tell me they "just don't feel that spark" with me, you're almost being honest but something tells me there's a hint of bullshit in there.
My friends have always commented that I should write my experiences down. Document and share them. Normally I brush them off...I don’t really think I’m that funny (or am I...? Insert crickets here), nor did I ever realize how many women (and maybe men?) like me there are out there. Over the years, I’ve met some really amazing people that I find myself (for shame!) asking the same question about…how are you still single? These amazing people hate that question as much as I do, and we all share the desire to find "the one" (yup, after five years of duds I still have some tiiiiiiiny semblance of hope in this little heart of mine) but seem to end up only finding (if we're lucky) "the one - for right now."
So here is my documentation.
Welcome to Sex and the Prairie City. I’m not Carrie Bradshaw – I don’t have several pairs of Manolos at my disposal (wistful sigh…one day…), I’m not sure who my Big or Aidan are, and my fashion sense will certainly never compare to hers – but I’m a single girl living in the Paris of the prairies, trying to figure her shit out and now I'm bringing y'all along with me (at this point that means my roommate, my mom, and my amazingly supportive friends...let's hope that number increases).
P.S. - According to Buzzfeed, I'm a total catch. And I believe everything I read on the internet. So...how am I still single? (Seriously, when is someone going to come up with a sarcasm font. This is important people, I'm pretty sarcastic. Patent that shit and get it out there.)