Meanwhile in Singlehood

Yesterday was November 11, 2011-- 11/11/11 for the superstitious gits out there. I'm not entirely against superstition; I mean, I have my own set of nonreligious beliefs, but I find it a little crazy to believe that one day is enough to change a person's life.

Nah. I'm just bitter. Last night, at 11:11, nothing happened. Imagine my disappointment.


That awful day aside, one of my close friends was feeling rather generous today so she took me to Dulgies (an adorable restaurant with the tastiest desserts near SM Delgado) for lunch. We talked about a lot of things while devouring delicious penne pasta and a dessert called "Tres Leches" (or "three kinds of milk"?) I'd give the restaurant a 4.99999 out of 5 if I were writing a review but I'm set out to talk about something else because I like to sidetrack myself out of idle conversations. Then again, this isn't one.

I don't know about other people, but whenever I talk to my closest friends our conversations always involve a lot of sidetracking. One moment we'd be discussing someone's boyfriend, then we'd shift to another person (related to either that someone or the boyfriend) and forget about what we were talking about originally. Our attentions spans are pretty short for our age. I blame the media.

The previous paragraph is the perfect example.

Anyway, my Dulgies friend and I began talking about relationships (and our complete lack of one). Right now I'm on the process of dissecting the pros and cons of relationships primarily because I've never been in one before. I guess it's because I haven't been in love with someone to "commit" to him (or her. Hahaha, just kidding. I'd have liked a good, awkward laugh though). If I have been (and I have been, which I've told some people. I'm sorry for the unsolicited drama) it would be because I picked the worst times to be in love.

Normally I don't talk about this but recently I've felt very awkward, noticing I'm the only one in my group of friends who hasn't been in a relationship (save my Dulgies friend and another friend. I have a lot of friends, you see.) So I decided to talk to the most efficient psychiatrists I know: myself and you.

This is shameful rambling but I would very much like to know, is this normal? I think it is. I'm actually planning to live the good ol' old lady life, travelling around the world and feeding off teenagers like a cougar when I'm older. The second statement is optional.

Hi-five if you're single and loving it.