I’m grateful for a long weekend after running myself ragged tying up loose ends in the office and fitting everything in on my calendar. I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving and that you feasted on wonderful food and gave thanks for the many blessings. I have much to be thankful for this year as well: good health, fine friends, a wonderful and dysfunctional family I enjoy spending time with, great eats, and this blogging community I love more and more each day. This post is coming to you a bit later than I had hoped, but well, such is life sometimes.
Last Friday I went to Le Poisson Rouge on Bleecker Street to listen to Amy Ray of the Indigo Girls with one of my best friends, her live-in girlfriend, and a few other couples. After a hectic day in the office, I was expecting (and hoping for) an evening of acoustic rock and sing-alongs but it turned out to be a plugged-in, very loud rock-and-roll set instead. I still had fun and the girl next to me may have been hitting on me (she was cute) so it made for an interesting evening. Much to the chagrin of the girls I was with that night, I am not pitching for the other team. Yet.
Saturday I met up with Brandon (who now has a girlfriend) and we took the train out to Long Island to attend the engagement party of two of our close friends. I had a ridiculously good time but, again, I was surrounded by friends who are engaged, married, or married-with-children. As a funny aside: At the engagement party I spotted a very handsome, tall guy in his mid-30s. I chatted him up for a bit and conversation took on a natural rhythm (thanks to the many drinks from the open bar). I went to catch up with another friend and when I looked back I noticed him taking a seat next to a very beautiful young woman. As it turns out, she was his wife. I was mortified. Thankfully, she was extremely gracious and sweet and didn’t shoot daggers at me. Or claw out my eyeballs. That would have sucked a lot.
On Sunday I lounged on a sofa curled up to watch the American Music Awards—with another couple who lives in town. Seeing their relationship unfold and advance over the years reminds of some of the happier times I had with my last boyfriend and how much I miss things like matching toothbrushes next to the sink and furnishing an apartment that appeals to both sexes.
Most of my friends are in relationships. With winter just around the corner, this is the time of year when depression creeps in and reminds me of how alone I really am. I’ve had a fine time of it so far, but now that the stores are already setting up shop for Christmas, I don’t want to let another holiday season go by as a single girl. I’m finally ready (I mean REALLY ready) to give this dating thing a go. And despite the fact that I publicly announced to some friends JUST LAST WEEK that I wouldn’t dare go back on Match.com, I may sign up for it after all. And I may have signed up fake usernames in the past few days so I could scope out the cute hippie boys. Maybe I did that.
I credit a friend I reconnected with last weekend for this turn of events. He told me I should play the field for a while and that Match.com might be the perfect way to get started. He also admitted to me that he reads my blog. It means so much to know that a male friend understands where I’m coming from and also appreciates the female perspective. So, to that very special friend: thank you.