I used to be a pretty serious girl when it came to relationships. What I mean by that is I was known as (direct quote by a frat guy) “crazy.” So when it came to boys, I was the girl who wanted a relationship — not to just play around.
Although, when really thinking about it, what girl doesn’t want a relationship? Girls can tell themselves all they want, “I just want to be single” or tell guys, “I just want to hook up.” But deep down, there are deeper feelings in every girl that they cover up with their “I just want to have fun as a single girl” thoughts.
I have probably said this before, but I am going to reiterate it again. I eat like a 5 year-old. When I was in elementary school, my dad used to make these sandwiches in the morning called “cheese sandwiches.” He would put a slice of cheese between two slices of bread and put it in the microwave for 40 seconds. And wa-la! That was it! And to this day, it is still delicious. Gotta try it.
We all do it. You know, sneak ourselves a piece of chocolate about once a day, or if you’re like me, five times a day. Guilty. I kick myself every time — just like the time I found a little Milky Way bar stuck in my Nike shorts pocket. Yes, it happened, and I ate it.
Yet, I spoon-feed myself this shit, whereas my father gets spoon-fed this shit by my dog. She just slips little chocolates under his pillow at night. And yes, her name is Jellybean — of course. I’m surprised she gives it to my dad and doesn’t indulge herself. Dogs get sick from chocolate, though … lucky.
Here’s to all my single ladies out there. “I got gloss on my lips, a man on my hips. Got me tighter in my Dereon jeans.” There you go. Beyoncé said it. Or should I say sang it?
In Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies,” girlfriend spoke out to all women of the world that it’s all good to be single and loving it. And, ultimately, if he liked it, then he should have put a ring on it.
How do you know you’re giving yourself enough “me” time?
After being in Colorado for a whole week babysitting a 1-, 3- and 5-year-old, I’ve realized, thank goodness, I have no kids of my own. And, well - shit, let’s hope I don’t get prego until I am way older … and not single.
How do you know if this will be the year you keep your resolution?
I wasn’t the typical college student who gained the "freshman 15." For me it was the "sophomore 15."
So…during my state of singleness sorrow, I took shots. Lots of shots. Every Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Then to top off my love handles, I would make my way to Sonic each night. Let’s just say it all went downhill from there.