An ode to a great song for Single Ladies

This month's "Dating myself" series has brought a lot of questions ( primarily from the male readers) about why I've committed to this, and at times some teasing about how my "relationship" is going with myself. Is it so hard to understand that committing 30 days to yourself is not that big of a deal?

Our pop music often pollutes the concept of being Single making it seem like we are single not by choice but rather in some desperate state where we are trying to get a companion. News Flash: Some of us ( namely, me) are single by choice and enjoy it for the time being. I am not completely against relationships but, as you have read, my life is quite busy already to be adding someone else's burdens to the mix. Therefore, my all time favorite single girl's anthem is Single by Natasha Bedingfield.

Her clever lyrics, about being single shed a new light to most single lady songs. It is not too feminist, man-hating but rather just letting others know the status doesn't mean we are A) Lesbians, B) Desperate for a man or C) not capable of having a healthy relationship. My favorite line in the song is :

Everything in it's right time everything in it's right place
I know I'll settle down one day
But 'til then I like it this way it's my way

I hope that readers understand the reason behind the Dating Myself series and in the end get inspired to do a self analyzation on themselves as well.

Sometimes only chocolate does the trick!

EMBARASSING MOMENT ALERT!

Okay, not so much about being single but defiintely about life.
Today at work, I decided to continue my effort in losing weight by bringing a Fillet of Tilapia and fresh veggies in the new Gladware steam bags and heat them up at the office. I've done it before and it is perfectly healthy and easy to make. So, naturally around noon I go the breakroom with my fave co-worker to enjoy our lunch and gossip as usual and pop my tilapia in the microwave for steaming. Little did I know that I had left the ziploc closure of the bag slightly opened while it steamed. Less than a minute later My co-worker and I were gasping for air in the breakroom that now smelled like a fish market.

I opened up the doors to air out the smell and in turn consumed the entire station with Eau D' Nemo perfume! and if my face weren't red already, some of my coworkers for the Radio division of my company came in to the breakroom to investigate " what died in here?!"

Oh the Horror! I took the last 30 minutes of my break to the CVS drugstore in an attempt to leave the crimescene until the smell had subsided. I picked up my only form of peace in this tragedy, Hersey's Dark Chocolate and took a sigh of relief. Upon my return, the smell was almost gone but my stench of embarassment still lingers on..

IS THIS HOW I WILL END UP??!

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28618163?GT1=43001

Would-be bride, 107, seeks her first husband
Too afraid to wed when young, Chinese woman fears she's a 'burden' to kin

BEIJING - A 107-year-old Chinese woman who was afraid to marry when she was young has decided to look for her first husband and hopes to find a fellow centenarian so they will have something to talk about, a Chinese paper reported.
Wang Guiying is worried she is becoming a burden to her aging nieces and nephews since breaking her leg when she was 102 and had to stop doing chores like washing her clothes.
"I'm already 107 and I still haven't got married," the Chongqing Commercial Times quoted her saying. "What will happen if I don't hurry up and find a husband?"

Ok, so This article was more nightmarish than Amy Winehouse sunbathing in her bikini. I mean, seriously 107!! call me overdramatic but this has to send single girls chills down their spines!

In other news, I am working on the perfect single girl soundtrack for a night when you have a date with Merlot so stay tuned to that and keep reading, the fun has just begun!

"All my single ladies, all my single ladies"

Something Magical occurs when single ladies gather. It is almost as if we are connecting magnetic forces drawn to eachother or pieces of fabric woven together by one common thread-non commitment.

This weekend, some single ladies (and my bestie, the engaged one) went out to celebrate a friend's 27th birthday. We decided to keep it low key and went to paint pottery then dinner. The dynamics in conversation were almost night vs.day with those I had experienced weeks earlier with my coupled friends and I loved it!

However, as the night went on and we ranted about how "there are no single ladies for us to hang out with!" it struck me; In all of our social circles there are significant amounts of single ladies just itching to get out like us. Instead of wasting our time complaining, we should be celebrating our freedom and joining forces. So, in 2009 although it is already 12 days in, I vow to unite the single ladies in my social groups and create new memories to tell our children ( or maybe not tell them, depending on how embarassing it is!)

"Together or Separate?"

This weekend, while out to dinner with some friends for a birthday I experienced the often occuring case of "couple assumption", Let me explain.

I met up with some friends for dinner at a local restaurant and it just so happened that when I arrived a guy friend of mine was arriving too therefore we sat next to eachother, across from two pairs of couples. Shortly after an other couple arrived and sat next to us. Now my friend and I are purely platonic and there were no bad intentions in our seating arrangements ( besides the vomit inducing view of four googly eyed lovebirds in front of our faces) So, when our checks arrived, it was to my (shocking) surprise that our waitress had put both of our meals on one check. For a moment, I thought, " well, that means free meal for me" but then it hit me. Why is it automatically assumed that one is "together" with another if they happen to be in a crowd of couples? and Furthermore, does that bring out boyfriend/girlfriend behaviors in us to make others assume that??

Ultimately, we both laughed it off justifying the fact that she never asked our party of 12 who was together or separate for the split checks? and as for my free meal? well... all I can say is I left with a full tummy and empty wallet.

Missing the memo?

Hey Blogosphere!

Thought I'd start chroncling my single girl adventures and thoughts on being in this exclusive and elite yet open to everyone group in the World. So lets jump in:

Okay, my stats? 23, latina, college graduate, Television Advertising professional, 5'0 self diagnosed with the hard to cure disease constant singlitis and having bipolar feelings about that.

Now that you can understand me, or pretend to atleast, let me explain my recent frustrations.

In the past weeks I have found myself stuck in situations that used to be throughly entertaining becoming more painful as the time goes on. My best friend's wedding planning takes over her vocabulary sprinkled with her odd desires to get away and do things before her marriage ( side note: does that mean I'm locked in a cage if I get married??!) and although i'm a sucker for chick flicks I am getting a little irritated when the topic of conversations in groups of femmes is love. My other friend, in a new and blooming relationship is neck deep in the first months love trance. And thats a great thing because she really got something you only see in movies. I really wish them the best. It is so serious, however that today I got the icing on my bitter girl cupcake... the proposal is coming soon which I extremely happy about but also sent me into a tailspin of analytical thoughts.

Having been in one extra long Carrie and Big-esque relationship for the last 5 years could account for my severe bout in singleness. However, it escapes me how I am surrounded by the rarest cluster of 20something engaged and married girls in one group. Don't get me wrong, I am super happy for each and every one of them and they really have caught some great ones. But, is it really that necessary to marry that young? Some as young as 21? Maybe its just my distorted view that my career should be soaring before I commit or that I should get to know a variety of flavors in order to choose my favorite?


Whatever it is, I am trying desperately to get out of this bitter girl funk I am slowly venturing into. I think I've found the solution: lots of exercise, new shoes and a couple glasses of champagne but lets see how long that lasts...