As this is the last month of the year and that the holidays are almost upon us, this is usually the part where I whine and bitch and pathetically(!) plead for a change in my single status. But for some reason unbeknownst to me, somehow this year I don’t feel that way. What was the word I was looking for?….. uhm, yeah contentment.
Even I was kinda surprised. I mean I enjoy being single and all the perks that come with it but I also am ready to be in a relationship. My friends (married friends) always rag me about being too choosy. I say I’m selective on who I let in my life. I mean we’re talking about the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with! I earned the right to be picky, honey.
I think I’ve come to the point where I know not to rush anymore yet still be brave enough to tread the waters of the dreaded and tedious dating pool. Plus I’ve still have clothes that I bought that I haven’t worn yet —- gotta find me an excuse to dress up of course and have a good time with hopefully a great guy. Or as Emma Stone said, hot guy at the bar!
So yeah, as much as a singleton as I am right now, I’m actually looking forward to Friday nights, or even Thursdays or Wednesdays. I finally know what I want and what I need. But for now, nagging and bugging my cousins along with my nieces would suffice.
xoxo
