I think I’ve finally gotten to the point where I feel like I shouldn’t be writing everything about my relationships on the internet. It would be so much easier if this were anonymous, but right now there’s things that I think that I can’t say because I know someone will read it. I’ve always had to censor here and there, and I know if I put all my feelings up here it would be much more interesting, but I also know that’s just not a good idea. Anonymity looks so good right about now!

On a side note, there are times when I know I should be happy for my friends, but I find myself doubting their relationship(s) just like I would doubt my own. There are a few friends out there whose relationship I am fully supportive of, but the majority of them make me nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m usually the one who has to help pick up the pieces. My bitter, anti-relationship stance really comes in handy during those times. At least I’ve learned to pipe down a little bit recently.

Wow, just think of all the money I’m saving on a shrink. Now if someone could just tell me how to get better.

My last Florida sunset…at least for a while. Tomorrow it’s back to the cold and snow.

I love it here. My friend keeps trying to get me to move down here with her, and it’s so tempting. I know once I make the move it won’t be the same though. It’s been 80 since I arrived a few days ago. I got my first sun burn ever, I look like a lobster. Right now I’m sitting in an internet cafe on Collins Ave. waiting out the little sprinkle that’s going on outside. I almost wish it would rain and be cold all day just so leaving would be easier. On the bright side, I am on my way to Orlando for another week of vacation, really can’t complain…I just LOVE Miami.

Lots of good advice on that last post. It seems to me that the main time I dwell on my singleness is when I am writing for this site. Once in a while something comes up that makes me think about it, but other than that it’s really this website that is the constant reminder. Maybe it’s time I start writing about something else, like my career, my shoes, my sweatpant collection??? Or maybe I could start writing about my friends’ relationships, now that would be funny (and could get me in a lot of trouble)!

I’ve been thinking recently that I never seem to take the initiative in a relationship. I always seem to let the guy do it. He does the asking, he usually picks the place, he holds my hand, he decides whether he’s gonna try to kiss me or not, etc, etc. I guess you could say I take on the typical female role. I know this is partly due to the fact that I can avoid rejection this way, and hell, since we all hate rejection why not use the advantage of being a girl to my benefit. I’m sure we would all rather be the rejector than the rejectee.

I can only imagine how annoying this must be to the guys. I know plenty of girls that take the initiative to go after a guy, but it’s usually when they’re drunk at a bar. Of course some of the other women I have seen go after guys have seemed to go kinda crazy (psycho I guess you could say), and I really wanna stay as far away from that as possible. I understand that there’s an easier way to approach this situation that could work without making me look psycho, but I really find it’s easier to just not do it at all.

I’m usually pretty easy going as it is, so I generally don’t care about things one way or the other. This could be why I am not finding any of my dates to be super-compatible. I suppose I went after what I really wanted I wouldn’t have this kind of a problem. But at the same time, I’m not even sure I know what it is that I really want, and even if I did, I’m almost positive I haven’t met it yet.

I really do feel that there is a good possibility that I could end up single for the rest of my life, or at least for a really long time. This thought really doesn’t bother me as much as it probably would most people. Overall, I’m pretty content, things seem to be going in the right direction otherwise. I really can’t complain. I’ve been thinking about making one of those, if we’re not married by (insert age here) we are gonna get married pacts with one of my guy friends, hell I could even do it with one of my girlfriends (this is Massachusetts). But then I think about how depressing it would be if I reached that age only to find out that he (or she) has already settled down.

Again, we go back to the cats. I really need to get another one at some point to keep me company.

This whole experiment on not blogging about my dates really isn’t working out the way I thought it would. Rather than trying to enjoy a normal dating life my dating life has pretty much dropped off the face of the earth. It’s been a welcome break really, but there hasn’t been much motivation to get back out there, and certainly not any motivation to write about it.

The good news is I leave for Florida tomorrow for a couple weeks, a nice, long vacation! Hopefully I’ll have something to post about while I’m down there.

I’ve been noticing a lot of this happening lately. I still can’t understand it, nor can I understand the few people that I know who seem to insta-couple with a new significant other every couple of months. They practically move in with the girl or guy, spend every waking hour with them almost immediately after meeting, then a month or two later it’s over. Not long after that it’s onto the next insta-relationship. Can somebody please explain this phenomenon to me? Are there really people out there who are just compatible with everybody? Or are they just dumb (which is what I suspect)?

Found these on MSN and thought they were interesting:

44 % of adult Americans are single.

There are 86 unmarried men for every 100 unmarried women.

Only 9 % of women and 2 % of men say they have found love at a bar or club.

40 million Americans use on line dating services (40 % of our single population).

Men take 15 minutes to decide if they want a second date with a woman.

The number one problem for couples in America is money.

48 % of online daters break up over email.

Bridget Jones. No it’s not just because she’s annoying (though that is a big part of it). I understand this is very dated, and people have probably been complaining about this character for years, but since I just sat down to watch this movie today while I was snowed in I felt compelled to give my point of view.

I remember hearing how this woman was supposed to represent us single, normal girls of the world, and I really felt compelled to disprove this theory. First off let me say that before even hearing her speak Bridget Jones annoyed me with her freakish little waddle. I’m guessing Renee Zellweger couldn’t get used to all that extra weight her normally skeletal figure was carrying around, but am I the only one who found it really obnoxious the way her character waddled from one place to another?

Her gestures, clumsiness and voice were next on my list. Hell, I’m as clumsy as they get, but I don’t look like a fool all the time (I don’t think). This woman can’t do anything normally, and I understand that is part of the plot, which brings me to my next point, basically this plot sucks.

Do all woman have this uncontrollable attraction to men that treat them like shit? Just a rhetorical question, I don’t really need an answer on that one. But is this what this movie is trying to tell me? Is it trying to tell us that the more of an asshole a guy is the more chicks he gets? I know some of you out there will agree with this point, but on behalf of all woman everywhere (ok, well how bout just me and most of my friends) I have to refute this claim. I am not going to go into detail why other than to say that we are not stupid bimbos (most of us).

Alright, the plot line was dumb, and a little out there. For example what human being would just happen to end up with a job like the one Bridget has without determination and hard work? It just falls in her lap and she just seems to take that for granted. Hell I don’t know what I wouldn’t do for that kind of job. She consistently shows up late, half asses her stories, refuses awesome assignments, and then of course seems to forget about the job all together because it no longer becomes integral to her romantic life, which is of course the most important piece of the puzzle. I mean what single girl isn’t absolutely dying to get married, right?

The whole drugs in Thailand, jail, Madonna singing crap just adds to the fact that this story line sucks and is completely unrealistic (yes I understand this is just a movie). Do we all go psycho and spy on our boyfriends because we assume they’re having an affair? Apparently we do.

If Bridget Jones were a real woman and I ever crossed paths with her, I think I would probably slap her silly. Again, as Chandler would say, could she BE more annoying? could she think less of herself? could she expect less/more out of men? and the fashion sense is another article altogether. I mean if you need to take advice from, a cabbie, something’s wrong here. What annoys me the most is the continuing theme that Bridget is not complete until she ends up with someone, anyone, hell it could even be that Jacinda girl from Real World whatever number it was.

As most of you can probably tell at this point, I really don’t like being snowed in. Luckily I get to go back to work tomorrow, and get the hell out of the house.

Oh there were a whole bunch of other things that annoyed me about Bridget Jones that I had forgotten about, but I feel it is necessary to add this one: No young, single woman would ever be caught dead wearing that underwear. First off I don’t think any of us would wear that underwear, and certainly if we did, we would never, ever, ever! let any guy see us in it. Whew, I feel better now, alright that is all.

Just because I don’t feel like writing I will let you all know I’m going to Vegas in April and I am very excited. This is my first trip…only 115 days to go!

Oh, and Happy 2006!