*This post has been reformatted from an assignment I wrote in my creative nonfiction writing class at Ball State University. All graphics are by me.
I have come to the conclusion that my life is like a romantic comedy, only there is no actual romance and it’s just me laughing at my own terrible jokes. I have been single for twenty-two years and I will admit, it sucks a lot of time. But, a lot of the time it’s also kind of wonderful. I’ve learned to become a strong and independent person and because of that, I know what I want out of life. Life still doesn’t come without bouts of loneliness and one-girl self-pity parties and most of the time I’m convinced I’ll be eternally single. I’ve had quite a few hilarious musings on love and I’ve had some fun experiences as a single girl attempting to be on the prowl.
1. In which I create sensible criteria for a boyfriend:
2. In which I actually ask myself serious questions when encountering a real life, attractive member of the opposite sex at a bar
3. In which I celebrate Valentine’s Day (alone)
4. In which I think I have seen my soulmate on the Subway
5. In which I beat a dead horse
6. In which I get prematurely excited about my phone buzzing at 7:30 a.m.
7. In which I am bipolar about whether or not I actually enjoy being single