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's Sunday, therefore it seems appropriate to (finally) recap the finale of GIRLS; mostly because I still don't know what I am going to do to excite tonight's evening before work. Furthermore, what will I review tomorrow morning to my office mate (who does not watch the show) through my own fits of laughter? I would be eternally grateful to the person who could suggest an equally entertaining show to fill the void in my life until season four commences.
I hate to say that this season was not the greatest. I went through a roller coaster of emotions when it came to my love for the show; although my disappointment was usually redeemed the following week by an equally amusing episode. However, I can't help but feel that I was just abruptly broken up with and left with a truckload of unanswered questions and confusion.
How will Shoshanna recover from her breakdown? Furthermore, how will she mend her broken heart? I sincerely think that she should end her friendship with Marnie who completely broke the BLC (basic lady code). Marnie is the ideal illustration of a selfish bitch. She's that one girl we all know who had a great guy (Charlie), took him for granted and ended their relationship. She now suffers unhappily by her lonesome while backstabbing everyone around her. Misery loves company. She just needs to go away. Jessa needs help. How does one agree to help someone commit suicide? I hope this situation is a metaphor for her to get her shit together and quit her addiction bullshit. She has so much potential. I'd be her friend. The majority of my thoughts regarding this finale are focused on Hannah. I was incredibly disappointed when Hannah got herself fired from her job in the previous episode. Granted it wasn't her dream job, but it was a decent job and she was good at it. She basically put her life on hold for Adam out of fear that he would move on without her. My initial assumption was that she would not go forward with school in Iowa as she would evidently not want to leave her boyfriend. The ending would have us believe that she will in fact go, but we still cannot be certain. I sure as hell hope she does. It pains me when females put their goals aside because of the men in their life. Obviously I am biased considering I do not have a man in my life and therefore my time is devoted to excelling at my career. My situation could very well have been different if the circumstances were. Despite my difficulties with being single, I can't help but feel that my (lack of) man issues are less stressful than finding a happy (secure) life in the work industry. Men come and go but work is forever?
Is it apparent that I'm trying to convince myself?
Today my grandmother told me to think of her; that I need to focus on having a baby. I now have my mother and grandmother working in unison to make me feel guilty for my single status.
In reality, I would probably give up my job for the perfect husband and baby (girl; just one).

I would be great wife material, if only I could find a ripe avocado.




Noun: A rule or directive made and maintained by an authority.

Do dating rules still exist? If so, can someone please send me a tutorial as I am completely clueless.

In hindsight I should really be blogging about GIRLS because every season finale deserves a conclusion post. That being said, I am presently trying to fight a cold from fully emerging and therefore do not have the mindset needed to devote towards GIRLS. But know that it is coming.

Speaking from experience (my own and the females that surround my life), women seem to put too much pressure on males when it comes to dating. In all fairness, it is not entirely our fault. It is as though we were born with the deficiency that comes in the form of over analysing everything. I believe that the majority of males realize this female imperfection and should therefore play as little games as needed. When it comes to serious issues that is, all additional flirtatious games are welcome.

So does that wait three days before calling rule still exist? When Monday's lunch hour came around and I had still not heard from my Friday night prospect I took matters into my own hands. His response was positive and we've texted casually since; but there has yet to be an official indication that he wants a second date. This really annoys me. Either ask me out again or stop messaging me. I have no time for mixed signals. On the other hand, I completely understand that this man leads a busy life and I'm not asking to be in contact all day long or even every day. I'm busy too and as previously mentioned I'm currently fighting off viruses, which takes a lot of time and energy. ALL I WANT IS A SECOND DATE. I am even willing to settle for a reference towards a second date. Side note: I always want what I can't have.

In reality, I am not even sure I would want to pursue a serious relationship with this man. In that case, I guess I should stop playing the game? There's just something about him that intrigues me, making me want to see him with this clothes off...
Is it time to assume he doesn't feel the same or am I being too impatient?

Have I mentioned that I hate dating?


Follow up.

Noun: an action or thing that serves to increase the effectiveness of a previous one, as a second or subsequent letter, phone call, or visit.

Could I be cursed? Being someone who truly believes in superstitions, I'm beginning to consider this possibility. Granted, it has yet to be forty eight hours since my Friday night meeting (date); I still can't help but feel uneasy. This past year has proven to be uneventful for me when it comes to first meetings (dates) as I have yet to have a second. I should really probably start dating more, but I just can't bring myself to do it; I actually hate it and would probably find eating anchovies more enjoyable.

I began this blog for the simple reality that I was discovering the single life to be more and more difficult the older I became. The trials and tribulations that come with this status is at times so unbearable that I consider remaining single for the rest of my life.

At this point, all I want is a second date. Is that really so much to ask for?!




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 have not reviewed GIRLS in weeks as I was determined to focus my writing on other topics. I'm afraid I haven't exactly found success; instead I managed to put a halt on my blogging altogether. Life has been in overdrive lately, mostly being work related. Weekdays that are overly busy they leave your brain feeling like mashed potatoes. The effect of this cause is afterhours devoted to nothing but pure relaxation. Lots of bubble baths accompanied by cups of tea (that may be spiked with alcohol) and bed time's being at ten PM. I also blame this never ending winter weather. Summer where art thou?

In this week's episode of GIRLS, Jessa taught me that sometimes you just need to dance around uncontrollably to feel better.

Should I be worried that I'm currently relating to a recovering drug addict?


Six Word Stories Sundays.

I forgot; it's been so long.


Noun: a situation involving exposure to danger.

I dreamt that I had an affair with an old boss. I'm unsure what this means exactly; I won't attempt to decipher the meaning either. At least I won't admit what I believe the implication is. Instead I was reminded of a topic that arouse awhile back amongst some of my friends: which is worse, emotional or sexual cheating?
I suppose the majority of women would say sexual and I would assume it is because it involves a physical connection. For whatever reason, females are threatened by touch and often over exaggerate meaningless gestures to an entire other proportion. I am not approving sexual cheating. However, I do agree that (sometimes) sex can mean absolutely nothing. Have you ever had a one night stand and never spoken to that person again? I admit that I have. In certain situations, sex can be just sex.
On the other hand, an emotional connection can occur even without a bodily relationship. It overtakes your mind and involves feelings. You may be keeping your clothes on, but your heart is completely naked. Words can illustrate more than any substantial action.
Regardless of which relation is worse, both signify that there are issues in the relationship. This forces me to appreciate just how hard it is to keep the bond between two people strong. Not only must you (evidently) remain sexually pleased with one another but you need to maintain that cerebral connection that was once so prominent. In other words, you cannot let boredom interfere in any aspects of the relationship; at all.

I have anxiety just thinking about it.




Noun: an occurrence that closely follows the pattern of a previous event.

Rewind several weeks ago. It's a Saturday night and I'm home alone. Due to a potential overdoes of Amaretto in my tea mixed with boredom, I re-download the Tinder app. I told myself (okay I promised my mother) that this year I would make more of an effort when it comes to the opposite sex. Could this be my first attempt?
I immediately change the age range of my male interests to thirty to forty years of age. If thirty-five year old men are chasing twenty-five year old women, I have no choice but to increase my limits. Besides nothing is sexier than a distinguished man who knows what he wants. In addition, I make a mental note to sometimes heart a photo I may not instantly love.
At first it seemed as though I was matching up with everyone and of course that makes you feel great. Let's be honest, Tinder is basing everything on looks and it's always nice to know people find you attractive. My biggest problem with this process seems to be when it comes down to the chat. I don't think it is so difficult to find an eye-catching photo, but trying to initiate interest through words is a whole different story. Small talk is boring. When the majority of conversationalists try to start with "Hi, how are you?" my automatic reaction is to cringe and wish I could retract my right swipe.
The main concern I have, moreover what I would like to ask people is, what your intentions with Tinder are? I question this because after matching with over twenty five individuals, only a select few have actually started a conversation. So what is your thought process when you choose to heart my photo? I guess I could ask myself the same enquiry. Personally, I hope that I could find someone attractive (to me) who would also peak my curiosity through chat; enough to make me want to get out of my comfort zone and actually meet them. If you are an avid reader of my posts, you are aware that this is a huge deal for me.

In essence Tinder in Montreal is just as unexciting the second time around but as long as I have the app I can pretend that I am actively making an effort. Right?



Six Word Stories Sunday.

She loved him; she left him.


Adjective: causing or feeling embarrassment or inconvenience.

“Cancer is the fourth sign of the zodiac, the first of the Water signs, it is ruled by the Moon. Its symbol is the Crab.”

I’ve discussed astrology before, along with my unconditional belief in it. I am the essential Cancer. A funny thing happens to me when I come into contact with someone of the opposite sex whom I find attractive. I freeze; almost literally. If I were a crab, I would undeniably retreat back into my shell. This change that occurs has become so evident to those who are closest to me that they immediately see the shift in my attitude.
Having escaped the reality of the city Saturday morning, the afternoon was spent in the hot tub with my best girl friends and wine. As the evening progressed the wine switched to vodka and a small gathering commenced. I am never an overly outgoing personality with those I do not know, but provided with alcohol and the support of those best girl friends I can become plenty rowdy. Singing off key and dancing around in pig masks to Sean Paul is how the night began.  At that moment the hot guy from last year showed up.  Bearing in mind that incident and its blog post, my attraction is no longer a secret. Being that my best friend’s boyfriend is his best friend, I’m uncertain how much of that no longer secret was revealed.
I turned mute. It’s not purposefully done. I mean, I sense the change in my demeanor but I can’t really control it. Intimidation perhaps? I become this quiet in awe looking child and find it difficult to participate in any conversation or game going on around me. Everyone notices and in turn my secret is unintentionally given away. This consistently happens in the company of men I find attractive making it appear as though I have nil personality.

Welcome to the story of my (single) life.