#singlefortheholidays

[harlibarli-blog]

This is my baby, the names Mew Mew 😸😻

[shelivesforadventure]

What’s wrong with me?

I’m not what people would call hot. I don’t think I’m pretty or anything. Im not skinny but I’m not that big either. But damn I like to think I’m a decent person who is worth getting a chance to get to know. I just want to be able to find a girl who accepts me for me and who I can take out on dates, but her things and show her off. But every time I try I get ignored after awhile or something. Makes me start wondering if there’s something wrong with me...sorry about the rant just had to get it off my chest

[smolanduncreative]

All I want is someone who'll let me come over to their house, play with their hair and make out with them. And maybe feed me pizza. Is that too much to ask?😂

[single-forever89]

Cutting ties

How does one know when it's the right time to move on? Wouldn't it be easier if there was a timeline to go by? Like a dating for idiots. Sadly to my knowledge that doesn't exist. I've gotta a little better over the years myself though. I used to give chance after chance after chance and now I'm at the point, if you cancel on me twice I just burn the bridge and go on with my day.

[yesimstillsingle-blog]

Where to Not Meet Men, Vol. 1, No. Two: Home Town

Like most of America (judging from the security lines at DTW last night) I spent the holidays back home with my family. I’m from a small town outside of Toledo, Ohio (which explains why I am unable to drive in traffic ridden DC). Both of my parents (and stepmom) are from the area, I grew up next door to my cousins, and instead of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, it’s Two Degrees of Being Related to Your Friend or the Lunch Lady (doesn’t quite roll off the tongue, but seriously, every body knows every body around there). 

The holidays are great for several reasons: I’m able to eat 10,000 calories a day with only my jeans to judge me, Christmas movies are on TV 24/7, and the constant reminder from my curious family members that I am indeed still single. 

Kidding about the last. I’d like to point out that they all asked me my relationship status a mere month ago at Thanksgiving, and for some reason, they expected a different answer a few weeks later. Fools.

Back to the nonstop Christmas movies. For some reason, my family is obsessed with the super corny ones on the Hallmark Channel and Lifetime. You know, the ones with the predictable plot lines, cast of forgotten D-list actors, and all end with a lesson learned and marriage*? One of the most popular plot lines involve an overworked, urban, professional who has forgotten the meaning of Christmas and family. Their fancy holiday plans go awry, and they’re forced to spend Christmas in Nowhere, USA with their hick families and long lost love. The protagonist eventually realizes how much s/he misses home, values small town life, and re-falls in love with high school sweetheart. The End. Happily Ever After. Marriage and babies. Blah blah blah.

Guess what? That plot line is a crock of shit. Going home for the holidays is NOT a good place to meet men. 

First of all, I didn’t even go to my senior prom, and sure as hell did not have a high school sweetheart. Before you feel too badly for me (believe me, I feel bad for 17 year old me), I was not a huge loser in high school. (though, I guess it depends on who you ask...) I had a ton of friends, just no boyfriends. I regret nothing. Instead of obsessing over some pimply, gangly teen aged boy, I was busy excelling in school and sports and dreaming of a future outside of Northwest Ohio. 

Secondly, in rural Ohio years, my 26 years qualifies me as an old maid. Any good looking, successful man within my dating age range (20-40 26-35) is already wifed up with a couple kids. If he’s single, he most likely has already been married and has kids. No thanks. Love the idea of not having to endure pregnancy in order to have a child, but “instant family” isn’t on my Christmas list.

Let’s pretend for a hot second that some attractive, successful, single, childless man did live in my hometown. Where and how would I meet such a creature? Sure as hell not in my leggings at the local Kroger, wandering around in the wine aisle (Holiday Survival 101: ALL THE WINE). Definitely not at the local gym (I’ll share my thoughts on man-hunting meeting a man while sweaty in a future post, I promise.). And I’m from Toledo, not the Appalachians, so I’m certainly not finding Mr. Right at a family gathering. 

If we want to move even further away from reality, let’s explore the possibility that I did meet said Mr. Right. What am I supposed to do? Leave my great job, a city I love, and wonderful friends for the town I grew up in? No thanks. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had a wonderful childhood, and I love going home and seeing a majority of my extended family. But there’s a reason I moved to DC right after undergrad, jobless and poor. And it’s because I don’t have a strong interest in the white picket fence, three kids, and a minivan (I drove a minivan in high school and I am not going back. Hm. That might help explain my high school singledom). 

Let that not be an attack on men and women who do want that lifestyle- but a reminder to those of us who have fled our suburbs for the big city and might feel a bit lonely around the holidays

*Other popular plot lines: Small Town USA defeating Corporate America, Santa actually existing, love at first sight, conquering commitment-phobia, and single mom/dad finding love again. 

[stark-tastic-truce]

When you’re single for the holidays and all you see is:

You feel like this:

[wrenagade-blog]

Can't get this #steviewonder out of my head #work #sing #singlefortheHolidays

[chocolatemani]

Christmas

It's just not Christmas without my hot chocolate and carmex💁