Reading Claire's blog, I was struck by the similarities between me and her.
"I'm boy-crazy too!"
"I've made questionable decisions!"
I'll run into a friend and they'll ask me, 'how's it goin' with that guy?'
And more often than not, I reply, 'which one? Oh, that was like... three or four dudes ago. Get with the program.'
Don't get me wrong, I've had a lot of fun. But sometimes I'm a little ashamed that I've had about the same number of sexual partners as my three colleagues on the magazine, combined.
Now, I'm not here to divulge any of our numbers, but for inquiring minds, my number is, 'enough'.
Like Claire, I've loved many a man. But I've also made some terrible decisions, often fueled by alcohol.
What struck me first about her blog was how much I related to her.
Which immediately was followed by, 'oh please I cannot be like her in 10 years.'
I love dating. I love the variety in men I have loved and kissed and fondled.
And who has time for commitment? I'm a lone wolf - I can't be tamed.
But I want a baby. And I want a husband (and a house and a lucrative career in journalism and a puppy and a pair of Louboutin-peep-toe-pumps.)
And I want it all in the next ten years.
Should I go on a Manbbatical?
What are the rules of dating? When should you sleep with a guy you're seeing? Does anyone properly date anymore, or is it all about the hook-up?
Perhaps I can answer these questions better after Sexposé is complete. Or maybe I'll have to go on a Manbbatical of my own.
Just not right now. I'm having too much fun being a single girl in the city.
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