Dating Wars

At the age of 26, as a single New Yorker I would like to think that my life would consist of a steady job, a well furnished apartment that I call my own, great friends, and an amazing man to fill my life. Well, I've got all but the man. So what does that say about me. No, I'm not socially inept, no, I'm not some 700lb obese woman, I'm just me. A little rough around the edges (but then again what New Yorker isn't) looking for a man to fill the other side of my queen size bed, someone to share my life with, and of course someone to be my companion. I mean, I didn't think that was a lot to ask for, apparently...it is.

So, what you have here is not a bashing blog for how stupid men are or how my every wish is for a white picket fence in Connecticut with the perfect china pattern in my in kitchen (absolutely not.) I just think that every girl has been on the most absurd dates whether it be "the stalker," "the divorce," or even "that guy." We all know what it is like.