I’m in Vegas right now on a nice little vacation. I’ve heard the hype, but to be honest I’m not sure Vegas is for me. I think I may be too laid back for Vegas, everyone here seems so tense!

I was driving down Park Ave the other day and came to a stop at a red light (hard to believe I know), and I glanced over at the car next to me and there was this couple inside screaming at each other. At first this just made me pissed off at myself because I can never resist looking in the car next to me when I come to a stop, which sometimes makes for a very uncomfortable situation, but I just can’t help myself (I’m really bad at minding my own business). Alright, I’ll get to the point. So this couple looked like they were just coming from the prom, but in some ways they looked really old, but from what I gathered they were just coming from the prom. I think it must be something about their arguing that made them look so old, they were way too young to be going at it like this.

Well of course this made me realize how happy I was to be single. I never have to worry about arguing with anybody (except maybe Tom, but that doesn’t count), I don’t have to worry about telling anybody where I’m going or who I’m going with, or worry about where he’s going or who he’s with. Relationships can be so much stress! Even the late night phone calls that my friends make just to check in seem like a huge pain in the ass to me. Why would I want to spend two hours talking on the phone to anyone at 2 in the morning when the only thing I should be doing is sleeping. I guess it’s obvious that I just haven’t been that into anybody in a long time, and I have really forgotten what this sort of thing felt like.

Ok, so after this little episode I figured I was all set being single for at least the time being. That was until I stopped at my favorite Indian restaurant for some takeout on Sunday. They were really busy so I had to wait quite a while, so while I was waiting I eavesdropped on someone else’s conversation (so not like me). So this guy and girl were sitting at a table and they were both about 40, and they were just coming from their Christian singles group and they were trying to recruit this 40 year old woman who was sitting at the table behind them. She was explaining to them how she was there alone at the buffet (depressing in itself), and how this was her “me” time (I really hope if I’m single and 40 my “me” time doesn’t involve any sort of buffet).

They discussed all these Christian singles issues, sex/abortion/being single and 40, blah, blah, blah, and the more I listened to them and the more I looked at them the more depressed I became (is this my destiny?). I was about ready to get up and walk out when I realized that the Indian food wasn’t the enemy, nor was being single itself. Their attitude was the enemy.

If I ever start using food as a replacement for meaningful relationships I think I may have to end it. I don’t think they realized it but from their conversation it seemed like this was what they were doing. This rather large, single woman was using food as her escape. It seems that she had gotten herself into this cycle where she was lacking something and had replaced that something with food, a temporary and unhealthy fix, but at this point all she had.

So I started thinking myself, do I replace meaningful relationships in my life this way? with food? maybe alcohol? the occasional cigarette? less meaningful relationships? Well after the most depressing inner monologue in my life I decided that if I’m not in any kind of meaningful relationship by the time I’m, say 35, I’m just gonna start eating. No just kidding, I actually think I decided that I really need to make sure that this never happens to me, and that rather than resort to using something unhealthy as a crutch I need to just keep my close relationships strong and my options open and at least keep the most positive outlook I can. Oh and I swore off food, alcohol, cigarettes, shopping, and bubble baths…haha, yeah right!

This may work for CEOs, but it will also work for all you daters out there. Here’s an article on judging the character of people based on how they treat the waiter.

It’s funny to think that my parents’ are in style, but it looks like it’s true. We all have heard of the newest celebrity trend…adoption. I love the fact that it’s becoming so mainstream. Now even single guys and gals, gay/lesbian couples, and reproductively challenged couples (as Charlotte York put it) who want children can chose the option of adoption without giving it a second thought. We all know about Angelina Jolie and her adopted children. Of course back in the day it was Mia Farrow and Julie Andrews who made the unpopular choice of adoption as a way to grow their family. The list is seemingly endless, Meg Ryan, Steven Spielberg, Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman, Michelle Pfeiffer, Rosie O’Donnell, James Caviezel, Nell Carter, George Lucas, Diane Keaton, Calista Flockhart, Ewan McGregor, Sharon Stone, I could probably go on with just a quick google search, but I’m too lazy right now.

Well, like I was saying, my parents are right on top of this trend. Not only are my older brother and sister both adopted, my parents have also adopted three little ones currently ranging from age 4 to age 7. The amount of love my parents have to give still amazes me, and I still can’t understand how anyone could give up these beautiful, loving kids (or treat them the way they were treated before they became part of our family). Not only have they taken five children in and made our family (not made them part of our family because they are our family), they also continue to take in foster children. They’ve been doing it since before I was born, and after taking some time off to raise us, they are continuing to do it. Four out of five of my brothers and sisters started out as foster children themselves.

I know some people roll their eyes when they hear of the newest celebrity adoption, or that Jessica Simpson or Queen Latifah or JLo are now thinking about hopping on the bandwagon. I don’t care if these celebrities are doing it to save their figure or because that’s what is in style right now…as long as these kids get a happy, loving, secure family to grow up in that’s all that matters. Whether we like it or not these celebrities are making it a more popular choice for us regular people out in the real world, and whether we like it or not there are a lot of children out there that are still in need of a good home.

I don’t know what it is, but it seems certain people are just drawn to having friends of the opposite sex. For some reason some of us get put in the “just friends” category. I’m not sure why this is. Are we unattractive to the opposite sex? Is it something that we are doing that would make the opposite sex not stand up and take notice? I’m guessing it’s some kind of a vibe that we are giving off, but I’m not sure how to change this. I don’t think I’m gonna delve deeper into this matter, I think I’m just gonna leave it at that.

Well I guess it’s time to start dating again. I think it’s been about two months since my last date, if not longer (wow things have been slow). But in the meantime I got a new job, new apartment, and new roommate so as you can see I’ve been busy. I’ve honestly never been happier, I love my job, it is more than I could have ever expected, and even my side jobs are great (except for one, but I’ve given my notice for that one). For a while I was thinking about giving the site up, but I figure it would be kinda fun if I took it a little less seriously, and didn’t worry about posting a blog so often. I figure I’ll shoot for one or two posts a week.

So now I guess I have to decide whether I should go about dating as a normal person, or actually continue dating the people who I meet over the internet. Honestly, neither one of them seem to be working out for me, but at least I’m usually having fun. Have I mentioned that I really enjoy being single? I’m guessing this may be part of the problem, not to mention the fact that I now have more single friends than ever, which makes it a lot easier.