1.31.2014

Contingent.


Adjective: subject to chance.

Just in case your reading this, I thought you should know that you invaded my dreams last night.

Merde.


1.28.2014

Generations.



Noun: all of the people born and living at about the same time, regarded collectively.

Throughout my early/mid twenties I was nowhere near wanting men in their early thirties. I probably even thought them to be old. Proof of an immature mentality? Possibly. I was too absorbed in myself and my social life to really care. I hardly wanted to settle down and never actually believed in relationships to begin with. I always wondered why people wasted their time in an arrangement that was just going to end; because at that age, marriage wasn’t even a concern. You could say I was a party girl who enjoyed the attention of the opposite sex, making sure to leave the situation before I could get ever hurt. Issues anyone?
Nowadays the majority of (single) men in their early/mid thirties seem to mostly be interested in the younger girls. The younger female's feelings are mutual. The result is single woman of my age with little options. I’ve come up with a theory. The remaining older men finally recognize that it is time to (somewhat) settle down. They imagine that a younger woman will still allow some time to get truly serious. An older female is more confident and knows what she wants; she’d want too much too soon. She wouldn’t put up with any bullshit, furthermore she would actually be more of a challenge; too smart to succumb to the game. The younger girl falls for the older guy because she wants security. He’s paper perfect. She’s naive and blinded by the allure of an older man.

My main issue with this situation is that the numbers show I should be taking into consideration men nearing the age of forty...
Merde.


1.24.2014

Celibacy.



Noun: the state of abstaining from marriage and sexual relations.

While indulging over alcoholic beverages at a bar I whispered to my friend that I was practicing abstinence; like it was some big secret. She replied with a laugh in my face and bluntly answered “not by choice”. Fair. That was some weeks ago now and my situation has not improved. Rather than wallow in my repetitive sorrows of my absent sex life, I’ve chosen to bask in the glory of the positive side.

I overly spoiled myself during the holidays with sugar, alcohol and everything sweet. I hid my bloated tummy under comfy knit sweaters and never felt self conscious about how I looked half naked. I haven’t had to update my sexy undies collection in quite some time as there is no one to show them off to. Winter pedicures have been crossed off my list; no one is partaking in the sharing of my bed except for the pug. I’m able to over sleep on my weekends. I stopped having to ensure that my legs are always shaved. I’ve managed to stay away from the Brazilian wax and its pain. Although I have taken precautionary measures by trimming and not shaving; I will eventually go back to the nice Indian lady.

Side note: I am ending this here as there are really no valid optimistic points. I thought I could convince myself but I failed.
Merde.  


1.21.2014

GIRLS.

TV series: Girls is an American television series that began airing on HBO on April 15, 2012. Created by and starring Lena Dunham, Girls is a comedy-drama that follows a close group of twenty-somethings as they chart their lives in New York City.

 It could be because I’ve been single for so long, but Adam is increasingly growing more attractive to me. Rumor has it that this could happen the more you get to know someone and for that reason you should never judge a book by its cover. I always thought he was physically attractive in a quirky, goofy sort of way, clearly accompanied with a sexy body (like Hannah, he is often shirtless). On the other hand, his personality always portrayed him to be an inconsiderate and desperately weird guy. I suddenly find myself thinking that I’d be more than happy to date a guy like Adam. He’s a tough exterior with a soft heart. Minus the tooth as a necklace for a birthday present...I’m not sure I could ever appreciate that. Although the thought was sweet, I guess? When it comes down to it, I can't imagine many males would willingly jump around dancing in unison with your parents.
With Hannah and Adam’s relationship moving along so smoothly, this episode seems to be lacking in the drama department. I was semi bored; I believe I  picked up my phone before a commercial break. We didn’t even see Hannah’s boobs, Shosh didn’t say anything remotely absurd or funny, Jessa was in complete silence and Marni was of course her usual selfish self which is too typical. Adam’s bizarre sister is probable indication of some respectable drama preparing to unfold yet the only real thrill resonated between Ray and the ridiculous dancing editor. On the plus side, the Grinder reference has made me question if the girls will eventually discuss the increasingly popular Tumblr. I clearly think they should. On the down side, I’ve realized I really should not be relating so well to this show as Hannah just turned a quarter of a century and I am nearing thirty.
Merde.

1.19.2014

Reputation.



Noun: the beliefs or opinions that are generally held about someone or something.

Le Single Blog turned one on January tenth. A year of blogging complete. I’ve decided I must now focus on my “cool”. Therefore, you can now follow me on Instagram and Twitter for further single girl problems:

@LeSingleBlog (#LeSingle)

This is actually somewhat daunting; if I am defeated (without followers), then my want to be interesting will undeniably be a fail.
Merde.



1.13.2014

GIRLS.

TV series: Girls is an American television series that began airing on HBO on April 15, 2012. Created by and starring Lena Dunham, Girls is a comedy-drama that follows a close group of twenty-somethings as they chart their lives in New York City.



I was among the many who were anxiously counting down in anticipation of season three's premiere of GIRLS last night. Alongside everybody else who instantaneously turned off the Golden Globes when the clock hit ten PM, I didn’t see Leonardo DiCaprio win.
I acknowledge my initial disappointed going into this season in view of Charlie no longer being around. He was always such a nice sight. But I’m pleased to see Adam and Hannah back together. I think they make a good pair. They’re the odd couple that balances each other out nicely. Last night demonstrated that Adam is relatively a sweet boyfriend.  He’s currently the good guy and I’m glad he’s not finishing last (please please don’t prove me wrong Adam). 
Marni has established herself as that exceptionally attractive friend we all have that depends on a man for happiness. We all know breakups are not easy, but common girl, pull it together. Be an independent lady. If you can’t manage to do that, then at least go find yourself a rebound to smile about. Stop crying in your tacos. Mexican food is too good to waste.
Shoshanna is contradicting. As serious as she wants herself to be, she is just that much more humorous. A control freak at its finest, yet always down to clown. If I was in a car on a mission and it randomly stopped because the driver wanted to benefit from the great outdoors and go on a hike, you better believe I would stomp my feet in protest. But Shosh was as happy as ever to comply.
I can’t yet comment on Jessa. Her behaviour gives me the urge to hug her and tell her that everything will be ok. On the bright side, at least she always looks great. Even when she has coffee thrown in her face. 
There are limitless (negative) commentaries concerning Hannah’s nakedness in this series therefore what would a season premiere be without Hannah’s naked body? I think it’s great to show off a woman who is empowered by her (socially) not so perfect body. If more women were as physically secure as Hannah, I’m sure the world would be a happier place. At least men would be in a happier world. You can’t deny that confidence is a key ingredient to great sex. 



The commencement of season three has reminded me that for twenty-two episodes now  I have attempted to discover my reason for being naturally interesting (like Hannah). I have yet to succeed...till' next week. 
Merde.