That's what she said.
I say that because it may not be as obvious to everyone out there in interwebs land as it is to me.
Because to me, its REALLY apparent. I believe the sage and gracious Dane Cook once said that not being in love is like walking along a street in the rain, and everyone is at a party, and you're not invited.
It's in my face. All. The. Time.
All 3 of my lovely roommates are in relationships with great guys.
I'm friends with lots of married people who have it great.
Other friends are one half of couples that seem to have a good thing going for them.
But not me.
I can't help but feel like its everywhere I look.
And my friends are so supportive. They try to bolster me up when it gets rough. The encourage me, give me advice, or just hug me when I get drunk and despondant.
None of it helps. There's just nothing any of them can say. And that's not their fault- they're all dears who just want the best for me.
The most helpful thing came from my dear friend who just said, "I'm mad about it for you. It just doesn't make any sense."
Now, everyone says "stop looking". Less than helpful.
"Focus on YOU!" gets old after a while.
And the "try losing a few pounds" people can choke on a McDouble- that is, if I leave any left for them.
So you try. You try to focus on yourself. You try not to compare your life to those "taken" people around you. You try to have a good attitude because "Men don't like Women who need them." You fight off the cynicism. You resist despair.
But it gets hard.
Lately, I've been weak when resisting my "singlehood".
I've seen guys in my sphere who I thought were potential prospects act like utter morons. So it's not that you don't want to be shmoopy, its just not with ME. Gooooooooot it.
There are cracks in the veneer. There have been times that should have been perfect, but I can't help but notice that I still feel alone. My friends are amazing, and I fill my days with fun and exploration, but its not enough.
So I've been trying to be proactive. I firmly beleive in "stop bitching, start a revolution" so I've tried things to meet new people. I've taken up new hobbies that have exposed me to whole new universes of people. I've tried internet dating, just to see what it was all about.
And a few weeks ago, I signed up for speed dating.
It's really close to my house, and I figure "I can't whine about the problem if I'm not doing anything to fix it."
So I shelled out my $40. And shyly told a few friends. And picked out an outfit.
And the organization just emailed me to cancel it. No refunds. Oh- but I CAN reschedule for another speed dating event, and have a free voucher for a second one.
The reason: there weren't enough men.
I could have told you that.
Because its not hard enough as it is.