My Scarlett Letter

I write this blog to share the journey I am on as a single woman fighting the dating war.  Losing one battle after another, but still feeling pretty strong.  This past weekend I went to my 15th bachelorette party since 2003.  15 bachelorette parties, 15 lingerie showers, 2 chauffeurs, 400 glasses of wine, 0 strippers, 1 passion party, countless laughs and the 15th time to meet my neighbors in Singleville.  At times I fee like it is population 1.  This weekend of 17 attendees, there were 4 residents of Singleville, woo-hoo!  Since I was one of the hosts of the party, I made it my mission to find party favors.  I found masks to wear!  Similar to Mardi Gras masks, but just a tad cheaper and a bit more ghetto. Each of them had a descriptive word that everyone got to choose to wear.  Only 6 came in a package, so I purchased 3 packages.  The descriptive words to choose from were: 

• Sexy
• Wild
• Tease
• Bad
• Flirt
• Single

Now since I was the host, I wanted to make sure everyone got what they wanted.  I got what was inevitably going to be mine anyway.  Even 2 of the 4 singles, didn't take single.  Here I am realizing the irony of my cute little gift:

One more crazy night of laughing, drinking, embarrassing, giving, being and having.  and I wonder why I am still single?  Maybe it is because I choose to flaunt the stupidity of my antics on here or because I wear a mask on my head that says single or by chance I am still single because I am actually looking for what humorous story will come out of the next relationship or non-thereof and an sabotage each of them for a good laugh.  Well really I can't get that laugh without them doing something ridiculous. Anyway, I just thought I would share that I don't only act single by anonymity on here, I do it in person as well.

Happy thanksgiving all!

30 Things Every Woman Should Quit Doing By 30

I just read this and found it quite funny...Happy friday!

30 Things Every Woman Should Quit Doing By 30

I'm not broken

I've had a full week now to come to terms with the fact that I was just completely deceived by this man I thought I could possibly date further. Now, let's not kid ourselves, I started questioning him 2 dates in, but I like to look at life through rose colored glasses, or some might say with my eyes shut, but either way, I was enjoying myself.  It is funny though, I called in who I refer to as my army, my friends, to divulge this story from end to end so that I wouldn't have to go through the agony of retelling it and at that point refacing the same humiliation.  However, something has changed in me. I now find it unbelievably funny and I'll tell anyone who asks any question that will remotely make me think of this incident. Such as:

random friend: "Want to grab some sushi?" 

me: "Oh, last time I talked to this guy that stole from me he mentioned eating sushi." 

random friend: "What?"

or

Guy filling my tire with air: "Oh, I see the problem, you have a nail in your tire"

me: "There is construction going on in my place, but I bet the last guy I dated pilfered some of the air from my tire to put in his clunker and used a nail to hold it since he is a vagrant and stole money from me."

Guy filling my tire with air: "Okay. So would you like me to fix the tire?"

I have managed to make something that 3 years ago would have had me questioning my choices, my sanity and my entire life into something I will use to make other people's jaw drop and get a chuckle out of them if I can.

I have realized in this past week, I'm not broken.  I'm cracked and I let in the dirt sometimes, but as the saying goes "put a little duct tape on it and it'll be fixed".  So I've duct taped the cracked area that let a drunken vagrant who tells lies of a life he wishes he had (and shoot, I wouldn't mind meeting someone who did actually have that life) and I've sealed him off.  Who's next?  I wait with eager anticipation. Will it be Mr. Perfect?  No, no, no, I'm convinced he will be the next Mr. Perfect Story.  Who am I kidding? There is no Mr. Perfect, only the one that is perfect for me and as of late, the ones that are perfect for me are the ones that fill my life with humor.  On to the next passenger on my dating train wreck!