Sorry for all the pink. I can't help myself. I swear I've been into the color pink way before Legally Blonde and every starlet and 13 year old girl in America. I read something somewhere recently (the Internet has made it harder for me to remember where I read things because it seems I'm always reading random bits of useful or useless knowledge here and there) that years ago pink was the boy color and blue was the girl color. It's coming back to me now...I think it was in one of those feminist magazines...Bust or Bitch or something.
Anyway, I thought of something else I hate...people who are always asking me if I've met anyone, if I'm seeing anyone, blah, blah, blah. At this point, don't people who know me well think I would tell them if I were seeing someone? So then I say "no, not really," or "kind of, but he's not the one," or "no, and if you ask me that again I just might jab a sharp stick in your eye."
Why does it seem to matter to other people so much more than it does to me? Do I seem miserable and pathetic in my singleness? Do they feel sad that I don't have a 'plus one' to bring to all the social events I seem to be compelled to attend? Do they just wish me happiness and can't imagine that happiness exists in singleville? Do they not understand I'm still working out intimacy issues that prevent me from facing true commitment?
I hope that all doesn't sound way too 'Sex in the City' but it's all true. As was much of the sentiment and experience on 'SITC.' That's why we related to it so strongly. It was the issues and situations we singles face, only on a more exciting and glamorous scale.
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