Bridget Jones wants to be a journalist. Katie Pinner wants to be a journalist. Bridget Jones is single. Katie Pinner is single. Bridget Jones somehow manages to make the worst out of a situation. Katie Pinner, well, you get the point.
It is true that every woman can relate to the sad singleton, but it’s rather unfortunate when you can relate on so many levels!
Reading through this blog one can’t help but notice the ramblings of a single woman. And here comes more!
Last Woman Standing.
You’re the one at the party without the plus one. This is the part of life that every woman hates. Realising that you are truly single. Others are getting married or in relationships or in the dreaded dating game. You are somewhere in the wilderness that is between single and dating. And yet your ex is in a full blown relationship. Which was a bit too soon for your liking.
Ah, the simple life, it seems such a long time ago I cannot remember it!
Another example is being alone when you are ill. Much to my joy I had this realisation recently. When you awake in the middle of the night feeling violently sick, with your head resting gently over the toilet bowl, it comes over you like a tidal wave. Up until this point you have gone along quite happily. You have your friends and family and various suitors, and yet you are alone staring into the abyss that is the lav. There is no one there to hold your hair back or tell you “everything will be ok”.
Even though this is one very low point in ones life, it comes with a great feeling of achievement. I have managed to get through my first sickness alone. This proves that you are ok on your own. The happy realisation that you don’t need a partner, but want one. Sadly you have had to crawl across the bathroom floor to achieve nirvana.
No one tells you about these things as you are growing up. No one warns you about the pitfalls of life, or should that be love. Sure, you get the usual, look both ways when crossing the road, don’t talk to strangers blah blah. But when did Mummy tell you that the opposite sex are a completely different species? Why were we allowed to believe in the fairytales? At what point did Cinderella get warned about men? She didn’t. She met Prince Charming and lived happily ever after. The part about the kissing many frogs was sadly excluded from the story. When did Mum sit Sleeping Beauty down and say “dear, men are bastards” and when did Dad sit Robin Hood down and say “son, women are bitches”?
Keep updated with my blog and there will no doubt be a similar story in a few days time. “Once bitten twice as shy”, maybe? More like, “3 times bitten, never learns!”.
