There’s only one of me, so, yeah. Single.
I’m already 26, and the Second Dreaded Question that follows, especially during family gatherings and high school reunions, is WHY IS SHE
|I miss Jim so much!|
I do not miss Jim.
The answers are easy, really, and I don’t want to turn it into a rant of why I am not
ANSWER NO. 1: I haven’t found my equal – both in interests and passion. I LIVE for meaningful conversations and connections. I like talking about books I read, artists I listen to, and movies I watch. And believe me, looking for a guy who has the musical taste that spans from Jessie McCartney to Vampire Weekend (umi-indie-indie cred) is not as easy as it sounds.
I also want someone who has the same drive that I have when it comes to things that interest me. I want someone to LOL when I LOL and nod in blind faith with me that Andrew Garfield is Bambi. You see, my interests and passion are not that complicated nor obscure. It just so happens that I couldn’t find someone who can be on the same page as I am. You say opposites attract? Believe me, it doesn’t always work. Try dating someone who says reading makes his head hurt.
ANSWER NO. 2: I still haven’t proven anything to myself and to the world. I want to do so much with my life right now, things that I couldn’t achieve if I am in a relationship – live independently in another country, backpack, socialize, and meet as many people as I can. Selfish as this may sound, I don’t want to be held liable for someone else’s feelings and others for mine while I achieve these goals. At least let me be CEO first! Okay, youngest AVP ;)
ANSWER NO. 3: Slim pickings. Seriously, if you know someone I can date, the by all means, set me up. If you were in my shoes—timid, unfashionable, slightly chubby yet extremely cute—then let’s see how you pan out in the sea of 16-year-old Baby Prostitutes. It’s the curse of the Only Has Personality Going On For Her type. And sadly, most intellectually stimulating guys believe that all girls who like the internet look like Lara Croft. Wake up and smell the coffee, guys.
Contrary to popular belief, Singlehood at this age is awesome. Let me get back to you when I’m 35 years old, barren, and fuggin’ CEO, bitch.**
**If the reference is lost on you, then it was nice meeting you.