Life happens...

She turned 28. Of course she is happy, she hasn't hit the big "3-0"! Nevertheless, a dear friend of mine read my blog for the first time. Oddly, I feel like my words touched her somehow, and in turn her gratitude touched me as well.

Simply put, she wrote me a personal note, " Your thoughts made me realize that turning another year older and being single is something I should embrace, accept and enjoy".

I couldn't have said it more eloquently and must give back thanks for those older and wiser than myself who also graced me with their words of wisdom.

For me, being single isn't about waiting around and expecting miracles to happen. I go on about my life, learning and growing all the time. I've come to peace with who I am, what I am about and what I want in life and in a significant other.

Don't get me wrong, It took me awhile to sort it all out and rebuild myself from a toxic relationship. Over the past two years, I have truly discovered my true goals and passions and are putting them into action.

I am so thankful for the relationship I have built with myself and look forward to many more years of self-discovery.

I've been told that life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. Go on, get out there!

Break or Break -Up?

Dating in our teens and twenties boyfriends would often insist that they needed "a break" from the girl they were dating. Or the couple themselves both decided to "take a break". I never really understood what a "break" meant exactly I thought it was just something guys and girls used when they were younger to sound cool. Operative word being younger.


Unfortunately, to my surprise men are still using this concept in their thirties. Seriously? Cowards. My girlfriend's guy attempted this sly maneuver on her last week. Just so we are clear, let's try and define a break. If you're on a break, you don't see each other or talk to each other. So what is the point? What do you do on a break anyway? What are the rules? What are the guidelines? Time lines?

Unless there is valid reason for a break, such as successful candidate for contestant on a reality TV show or an unexpected trip to the Artic for a pre -determined amount of time, then I can see it passing. But seriously...

Isn't a "break" just another way of saying break up? In my opinion its a wussy way of breaking up. Give it up boys ( or should I say men?) . Lets call a spade a spade. A break is really just a break up disguised- where men are too scared to be honest. Just say what you mean. Please.

Saturday Night Singles

She wasn't kidding! As the rain beat down outside on Saturday, she asked me what I wanted to do. First thought. Be Cozy. I looked out toward the window, it was grey, drizzly and miserable out. "Ummm... Stay home and watch a movie? I said with a inquisitive brow. She didn't like the sound of that. She told me that I had been single too long, and scorned my choice of renting a good flick. Then she kindly reminded me that I wasn't 50.

"Think." she said. "Where are all the men on a Saturday Night? - cause that's where we're going." Her fingers drummed against the table, eagerly awaiting my go ahead with Saturday night plans. After I kiboshed most of her suggestions, we quickly realized that it was hockey night. Now we were on to something. We checked the game listing and saw that we were in for a good game. She looked at me and smiled. "Beer + Grub + Hockey+ Pub = Men", she remarked. "Game starts at Seven", I said. "Be here at 6:30", she replied with a grin.

And off we went, two singles on a Saturday Night in search of some single men watching a good old hockey game.

As we were seated and scanned the pub, our waitress brought us our drinks. After a few laughs our glasses clinked in unison. "To being Friends and To being single!" the chin chin inferred.

Throughout the night, men dwindled in and out of the pub. Although we didn't meet the men of our dreams, we did enjoy the game and had a really great time.

My How Things Change!

7 days ago, I was the last one standing. Officially the last of my kind in my group of girl friends. I was wildly ecstatic for my girlfriend who has been waiting a long time for this man to arrive! After the giddiness subsided, my mind decided to conjure up all sorts of horrible thoughts. One thought leading to the next, and each passing thought was more awful than the one before it.

Visions of myself being the 18th wheel at all of our upcoming functions; not being invited out to dinner parties because I had no man by my side; Images of endless Friday and Saturday nights alone as the others were coupled off at "date nights" around the city. To my horror, my mind went on a tizzy: Images of myself at 50 with 12 cats and a cabinet full of Chardonnay was all I could think of.

5 minutes later I shook it off, and got on with things. Then the strangest thing happened-

3 days ago, we were back to two. One of my girlfriends was back in the single life. The compassionate side of me was saddened by the news, no one likes a break -up. But the selfish side of me was happy to hear that my friend has joined me back on the other side of life. The single life. Despite her sadness, I think she's ready to move forward, and she's let on that we're about to take on the dating world.

Here we come. Watch Out.