The original title for this entry was, "I have nothing to blog about because no one is dating me." I looked it over for a good hungover minute, and decided to change the wording...because I am currently voluntarily taking myself out of the game. I don't even like getting hit on anymore (That's just not true. If it were true, I would wear pants when I went out.)
But really. Not dating makes me feel like I currently have nothing to bitch about. And I think maybe there are worse fates than not having a constant source of anger and frustration. Don't get me wrong...I'm sure in a week I will feel fat and sad that no one is holding me at night, and I will promptly feel the need to once again subject myself to the agony of dating.
But for now, I'm enjoying this. It helps that I made out with a hot Irishman this weekend.
Single and not ready to mingle (ew, did I just say that?),
Ivy
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