Maybe you might have some advice to give on how to be insensitive.

Dating is not a topic that gets a lot of coverage here on good ol' gf. Seeing as I am the last remaining single [read: smart] girl on this blog, I've decided the burden lands squarely on my shoulders. Sure, we've mocked our Christian Singles Ad, or two, but we've never just delved into dating, and all of its horrific nature. I have especially avoided the subject, and my reasons for this are three-fold:

1) I'm fiercely private about my personal life, a fact my family abhors and I am trying remedy. Baby steps, people, baby steps.
2) Well, as girlfriday pointed out, I'm jaded. While the other femmes on this blog might wax romantic about their hubbies, or complain about the little quirks they each have that get under their skin; Me, I wish I wrote the words quoted in this post's title.
3) I'm not looking for Mr. Right. I have no interest in settling down before I'm 30, or before I garaduate from college, we'll see which comes first. So inevitably I've dated a lot of Mr. Wrongs, and frankly I'm just not always interested in sharing about those travails.

Sometimes, however, I am.

The other day I wrote this post that was this story about how boys are stupid, one boy to be specific. But I erased the post before it had even been up an hour. As far as I know, only Elphaba's eyes were lucky enough to view it. I didn't mind sharing the story with those I know who read and contribute to this blog. But putting something personal on an open forum like a blog is always risky. I should know. I got burned once stumbling upon something online that I wasn't supposed to that was written about me. Even though the words I erased from here last week weren't particularly hurtful, they just weren't words I would say to this guy face-to-face. So I decided this wasn't the place to share the story.

I will share, however, that I'm currently single. Yep, you heard it here first, folks. Totally back on the market and soon to be traipsing in and out of bars, my best friend at my side (Words to warm any mother's heart). We just need to get over whatever bug we've caught this week.

Cue "Man-Eater."