combo, moustaches (ONLY Johnny Depp can pull
off facial hair!) and girls who hate being alone.
I love the glory that comes from "Yes, I will pay
for my own cocktail", changing a light-bulb or two
and opening a car door all by myself.
Feminism made its arrival far too late, and our dear departed sisters paid the price. So, in my opinion (not that anyone asked), I think its a little "poor minded" when some girls claim that they hate being single. Spending some time by yourself. Enjoying a little 'me time' while happily munching on one too many bowls of chocolate cereal in your Winnie the Pooh PJ's. I'm the first to proclaim that I love being single, love growing up solo and love downing shots with my besties (yes, we occasionally become 'WHOO" girls). BUT (and this a very large arsed, let-me-bury-my-head-in-the-sand BUT), I have recently realised that I might want to eat my words.
It's Winter. The dreaded and hated 3 months of the year for most singles. Every lass needs a cuddle buddy, and the hot water bottle might not cut it this time! Winter suddenly starts to resemble a war zone straight out of the Middle East, as everyone scrambles to secure a date. It's every girl for herself. The couples wearing matching flannel, and holding hands at the movies? "I SPIT ON YOU". Yes, that was meant to be said in my best Godfather impersonation.
It's rather hard finding a sane member of the male species to take a girl out on a date. The only guys who seem to hit on me these days are either:
a) Construction workers – yes, whistling is a proper greeting.
b) Hobos. Sure, I'll share my veggie sandwich with you.
c) Not my type.
c) Not my type.
My point? Taking a chance on that guy who seems too needy, too nerdy and too 'eeuw', might turn into taking a chance on something potentially amazing. We judge too much, too quickly and often through beer goggles – but, we're young and dating is the best after school activity during the cold, Winter months.