Single & Ready to Mingle.

We're tired. We're a tad bit over it. And we're old. Okay, we're not that old, but as twentysomething individuals ready to embark on the many journies of life, it feels like the single life has already been half of enternity with the other half ever slowly approaching us. We're not saying that without a companion, life is slow, meaningless, and for lack of a better word, "sucky." We enjoy other aspects of our lives. Friends and family are wonderful. Our jobs are interesting and rewarding. Rather, we believe that the amount of effort we put into the dating scene is inversely proportional to the benefits that we hope to receive, and for that reason we take a FML stance on our life of single-dom.

So in order to keep ourselves from taking a leap into the watery, frigid abyss, we have decided that writing a few anecdotes about dating and the single life would (A) release some much added stress and headaches and (B) hopefully aid in the discussion and advice of dating, relationships, and being single. We all have fun, awkward, terribly wonderful stories about relationships (and lack there of), so why not share them! It's comforting to know that we're not the only ones sitting on the sofa on a Saturday nite watching the CBS Hallmark Movie of the Week. It's also good to know that we all at one point in our lives, have dated a douche, a tool, and an all around-jerk wad, ass hole, and creep. I know that this may instantly sound like a welfare, redux of Sex and the City. No sex, however, can be just as interesting...and the city? Sometimes, love can be found in suburbia at the local Starbucks (or another non-conglomerate coffee shop).

Stories are entertainment. Stories are also lessons- life lessons. Hopefully, by reading the stories, we can remember how we felt at the time of the story and what we were thinking....thus avoiding any future cries on your mobile with your friend in your car at the side of the road (oh, it happens!).

Nevertheless, we must remain OPTIMISTIC. Optimism is actually quite difficult to achieve, but it is the one thing that we have the most control over. Being sad and mopey is definitely allowed...why else do we own three pairs of the XXXL sweat pants? But optimism about love, friendship, and life is the greatest euphoria we'll need to get out of that funk. With that said, optimism about life can only be accomplished if we're actually optimistic and happy about who we are. If we cannot see how wonderful we really are, then how can we expect someone to do the same?

Regards,

James & Audrey