I haven’t been writing much lately and it’s because all things considered, my life is going well right now. Great new job, riding horses, volunteering, graduate school, friends, and no one in my family is recently dead or anything like that. But why focus on the positive when I can focus on the negative? The negative being that after a year and a half of being single and all alone, I am still single and ALL ALONE. Besides my parents and my friends and my siblings. Whatever. None of them fill that penis shaped hole inside of me.
But the real reason I haven’t been writing is because my parents are reading this and it’s their job to ruin my life. My mom gave me some “advice” like 6 months ago that still (!!!!) haunts me.
No sex before monogamy.
Sorry mom, but seriously, it’s not the 40s anymore and what do you know? You got that advice from a reality show.
So anyway, I was just feeling bummed every which way about the fact that there’s something about me that just makes me completely unlovable to attractive, well-adjusted straight men. For a while I was trying to figure it out, like hey, I know I’m not perfect and it’s completely reasonable that there might be something I might need to change. So I ran through the list of things that are maybe just “too much” for other people.
- Too smart
- Too pretty
- Boobs are too big
- Too good in bed
- Too funny
- Too personable
- Too endearingly awkward
- Too driven
- Too good with animals
- Too many positive qualities
- Too crazy
WHAT OH WHAT COULD IT BE? Oh right, it’s that last one. I don’t like to use the word crazy when referring to women though, so instead I’ll say I’m emotionally spastic instead.
But like, if you’re gonna date a girl, I’m pretty sure that’s a given, and considering all my other qualities, I’m really the best deal you’re going to get. Yet somehow I’m STILL ALONE while there are great guys dating awful girls. I mean like controlling, condescending, rude, manipulative, mean girls. And here I am, all aloney on my owny, sitting on my bed of spinsterhood with my cat next to me.
Even she runs away when I try to cuddle with her.
I mean so what if I expect a date to be planned an entire day ahead of time? Or if I only text a guy that I’m casually seeing every few days? I know it’s a bit much to start to have feelings for someone after a single date, but what can I say…
I’m just completely un-fucking-reasonable.
But hey, being an crazy spinster has its perks. I can eat all the S’mores Oreos and cake and ice cream I want and never have to worry about looking good naked. And then I can use my empty ice cream pints to cry my lonely cat lady tears into.