Sometimes I feel like I’m literally the only single blogger in all of Blogland.
It is as if every other chick that’s pouring her heart out to the interwebs with some regularity has a Hubs or Hubby in her life, making posts about dating and the whole slew of crap that goes with it relatively non-existent in the Pinterest-perfect world of lifestyle bloggers.
I often think to myself: “Self, there is an opportunity for you to provide a single girl’s perspective here in Blogland. Do so.”
Then I pull back and think, “But Self, you will look pathetic and you will get a lot of pity comments about how you’ll find ‘The One’ soon enough, especially if you stop looking for it and blogging about how hard it is.”
Okay. Thought #2 is correct. BUT. Someday I will look back on this time, read my archives and think to myself, “Wait… weren’t you mostly just lonely and more often than not, spending a ridiculous amount of time agonizing over how to respond to a fucking text message in your early twenties? Why doesn’t your blog ever reflect that?”
Therefore, this post is brought to you today by way too much sunshine (this sunburn is bitchin’), a week of stupid levels of loneliness and about six beers (OOPS).