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Candy hearts and boxes of chocolate have lined the shelves of Target for months, previews for Dear John play every commercial break and your friends in relationships have started talking about their plans. Whether you love the holiday or loathe it, Valentine’s Day is here, people.
This year, I find myself single. Again. Regardless of my relationship status, I happen to love the holiday. I’ve had my fair share of romantic Valentine’s Days spent coupled up, but I’ve also spent plenty single – so many, in fact, that I consider myself …
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A is for Awkward.
Just in case this point isn’t abundantly clear, first dates are awkward. And when you throw me, Queen of the Awkward, into these types of situations? Well, let’s just say no good can come of it. It’s not that I suffer from uncontrollable flatulence or excessive sweating when meeting new people; I just kind of stare at my shoes and wish for the Apocalypse.
Anyway, after a week of exploring Match.com and chatting with a few fine fellows, I decided to take it to the next step – …
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A week into my Match.com experiment and I haven’t quite decided whether I like it. On one level, scoping out someone’s profile is kind of like vetting a potential date. On another, chemistry is hard to transfer over the Internet – at least in only a week’s span.
On the plus side, there’s been plenty of interest. This may be attributed to me being a V in a sea of Ps. But I like to think that getting to know me sounds infinitely better than living out the rest of your …
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Let me set the scene: It was a cold, snowy night. I was wrapped in a Snuggie, drinking hot cocoa all alone in my bed, and watching Love, Actually for the billionth time. It was one of my more girly moments. One that I’m not particularly proud of considering the Minimum Awesomeness Level I try to adhere to at any moment.
And then it hit me: Damn, I’m lonely.
I’ll go to a bar. Meet someone. Maybe go on a date. Then realize we have absolutely nothing in common apart from our …
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Is being single during the holidays any different than being single the rest of the year? No. Not really. It just feels different, I guess. Maybe it’s because I see people during the holidays that I usually manage to avoid don’t have the opportunity to see the rest of the year. These “well-meaning” people seem to think asking, “Are you still single?” is an acceptable question to start conversations with. Let me tell you, it is not. Or maybe it feels different because those damn Kay’s commercials start popping up …







