Musings of a Single Gal

musingsRecentlyI was on the phone with a girlfriend who was lamenting being single. This got me thinking. I don’t begrudge my current single status. Do I want to be happily married with children? Yes, I do. But am I sitting awake at night worrying about this? Not at all.


As Patty on The Millionaire Matchmaker recently said – “You are 1 date away from a boyfriend.”


Sincemy last long term relationship I have been: to Greece (on my own); to Hawaii (with my Mom); to Vegas (with the girls); and had numerous overnight/ weekend trips to San Diego and Palm Springs (on my own). I’ve had 4 marriage proposals: one insulting, two sweet, and one Oh My God I Had No Idea. I’ve had my heart re-broken by my ex. Broken again by my most recent lover. Been asked by countless men to be their girlfriend. And oh yes, had at least 50 first dates – some hilarious, some excruciatingly painful, and some nice, warm and fuzzy.


I’vemet some really amazing, incredible, bright, talented men along the way. Some of whom are now true friends of mine. And I’ve gotten to knowa lot of women I now call friends as well. Women I didn’t know before my last relationship.


Comeon! What isn’t to love about this adventure called single life? The grass can feel greener whichever side of the marriage line we are on. In my mind, how I choose to live, I’m just going with it. Storing up the memories for when I’m one day in the future running on 3 hours of sleep, have 2 toddlers getting into everything in the house, and wondering when was the last time I had a minute to myself.


Rightnow that can sound like bliss. But I can tell you, listening to my girlfriends on the phone with their screaming kids on the other end, sometimes my life looks pretty good too. Like when I tell them on the weekend I got up late, or took myself to dinner with a good book and ordered a nice glass of wine. And of course when I say I met a great/ sexy guy and my stomach got butterflies.


So single? Relax. Enjoy the ride. It can be an awesome time in our lives, if we just let it be so.

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