Introduction

I guess I should start with an introduction of sorts. Who am I and why am I writing this blog.

Why I’m writing is simple: I need a place to vent about being single and having to hang out non-stop with couples! It’s a serious problem that affects 27% of women aged 27-38 in the US.**

Who am I? Well, I’m a 28 year old law student in Southern California. I’m a brunette in the city of bleach blonde bombshells. I’m a size 8 in the city of size 2s. I’m a jeans and t-shirt (and colorful tennis shoes) girl in a city of mini-dresses and stilettos. I’m an IQ of 115 in a city that doesn’t even know what an IQ score is.

You know how some girls need a boyfriend? They go from serious relationship to serious relationship, and it all seems so easy for them? I’ve never been that girl. Sure, I’ve had a few boyfriends. First, there was the high school sweetheart. He was the greatest: the kind of guy that if I had now, I would shoot another girl before letting her have him. But, at 17, it was too intense and I wanted to see what else was out there. Boy have I! The next real boyfriend was about 7 years later: the drywaller. He was sweet and loving and wanted to be married so bad. It just wasn't right. Next. My last boyfriend, wasn’t really a boyfriend. He was more of a tool who used me as a place to crash when he wasn’t out hooking up with other chicks. We’ll call him: the Manic-Depressive Alcoholic. And no, that’s not just because I’m bitter. It’s actually quite fitting, and anyone who knows him would likely agree. I wish him well in life.

Of course there were other guys thrown in. There was the Marine who I fell head over heels for the week before he left for the war. Believing life is a Jennifer Aniston movie, I remained hopelessly devoted to him while he was gone, dutifully sending him letters everyday. He ended things when he got back. Florida is too far away from California. Um, Iraq isn’t? It’s ok, I did my patriotic duty and he got home safe. There was a cop for a month. He was fun; didn’t want me talking to other guys and wanted me to be around for him, but then freaked out after a month and said he didn’t want a girlfriend. Yeah, I didn’t get that one either. Oh, and I almost forgot the struggling screenwriter. I was so in love with him for three years. He was deep and intelligent and beautiful (to me). He was a drug aficionado, which I use to politely describe a total pot head. At 21, I found it so dreamy that he would protectively tell everyone else that I didn’t do drugs when they would offer any to me. I think on some level he liked that I was pretty normal and square; the yin to his yang. I always thought we would end up together. But, he hooked up with about 7 of my friends, so I guess not.

Enough about the past. Let’s move on to the present. Let me tell you about the key players in my life now. We’ll start with my parents, who I partially blame for my singleness. They have been happily married for eons and eons (or, nearly 40 years!). College sweethearts who couldn’t wait to tie the knot. And they’re still happy and very much in love. And I think that’s the problem. It’s what I want, and I won’t settle until I find that special connection. My mom is strong and resilient and beautiful. No seriously, she’s a total hottie! She works more than most men, yet still does all the cooking and cleaning and taking care of the family. Sure, it’s frustrating when we hang out and she’s on the phone doing work the whole time, but, it’s all about give and take. And then there’s my dad. Daddy. Daddy darling. Oh man..I don’t think I ever called my dad “daddy” and I think he’d laugh hysterically if I ever did. He may be the greatest guy ever. He takes care of the whole family. He never leaves us wanting anything (not in a “Dad, I need that Prada purse now!” kind of way. But in a “Dad, I have a flat tire and don’t know what to do” or “Dad, I want to go to law school, can you pay?” kind of way). He’s not a sappy and emotional dad, and I love that about him. He’s more of a fix your problem and give his opinion on EVERYTHING kind of dad. He’s also the kind of dad who will tell you that you are leaking green ooze after a traumatizing 13 hour back surgery. Again, I’d have it no other way. My mom will be the one holding my hand and changing the bandages, my dad will be the one cracking jokes and giving me pain meds when I need them.

I have an older sister who is my best friend. She is the epitome of beauty and success. I used to describe her as a smart Barbie. I think all of the style and fashion genes were given to her, which is why I’m such a bad dresser. She loves dresses and heels. She spends time on hair and make-up. She’s also a vice president at a giant business mega-firm. She has a couple cars and a couple houses and a couple dogs. She doesn’t have a couple of boyfriends. Just one. And he’s a nice guy.

My little brother is great. I used to describe him as your typical Southern California kid. He surfs, plays guitar, plays soccer. He used to drive a truck. He went to USC. (Well, everyone in my family but me went to USC). He was in a frat. He’s an all-around good kid. He’s a bit of a party guy and goes everywhere with an entourage. But, his main guys are all good guys. They all work hard at their jobs, and party hard on the weekends. I try to keep up with my brother, and I can’t even come close. My brother always gives me good advice when it comes to guys: ditch the loser, there are plenty others out there. And he’s always right.

Then we have my closest friends at school. We’ll start with the It Girl. This girl just has it. She is just naturally very smart. She gets things so naturally. She has an insane work ethic and always has like 20 jobs and works so hard! She is so pretty and stylish. She just wears clothes so well and knows what looks good. Plus, she could sew her own clothes if she needed too. Oh yeah..of course the It Girl is also the next Martha Stewart. She can cook, sew, clean. She can whip up a 4 layer birthday cake or a mean pasta sauce like it’s nothing. I can barely microwave a bean and cheese burrito.

What is the It Girl without the It Boy? This guys is equally as smart. And he’s equally as hardworking. Firms compete to have him work there. And of course he has a very fascinating back-story full of guitar, travelling and groupies. It’s funny that with the It Couple, you can’t tell who is luckier to have who. Normally with a relationship you can say “yeah, he’s SO lucky to have a girl like her!” (or, maybe it’s just me who does that, cause I’m awfully judgmental?!) But, with the It Couple, it’s like they’re so equally matched that you can’t even picture them ever having been with anyone else. It would seem like I’m kissing their collective ass (and, I very well may be, since I spend so much time with them, that I’d hate to be uninvited to Sunday dinner!) but I swear I really am not. They really are the quintessential It Couple.

Next we’ll go to the Social Butterfly. She’s the fun, cute petite girl who everyone loves. She has a personality that’s larger than life and a laugh that is contagious. This girl is never wanting in the man department, as guys line up to date her. She almost has a hard time deciding which guy she wants to spend time with. She has boyfriends more often than not. She’s also the busiest person I’ve ever met!

My best guy friend is The Comic. He’s hilarious and has the ability to make everyone laugh. A lot of his humor is potty humor, which I think is why we get along so well. He is also a total chick and is all about romantic comedies. I have a hard time trying to convince him that life is not a movie and that sometimes we have to bring ourselves back to reality. I think I’m losing the battle though. I can’t wait til he does have some great love story and rubs it in my face that I was wrong. I sincerely hope that happens.

My best friend from high school recently married her soulmate. We’ll call them the Brits. She married a British guy and lives in London. I think I’ll never get her back in So.Cal. But, I guess that’s something I’ll come to terms with because she’s blissfully happy. Like I (cheesily) said at her wedding “I know what love is by the way he looks at her.” I can honestly say that their love makes me hopeful.

There are a lot more people who should be listed. I have a lot of good friends. But, this has gotten long enough. I’ll introduce the others as they come up in stories. Til then, happy reading.

**Most of the statistics found in this blog will be made up. They’re more for emphasis.