Recently, I asked a friend to give me a bit of feed back on this blog. She read through a few posts (probably not my most humorous) and had some constructive, yet mildly hurtful, feedback- apparently I can come across as desperate.
I can kind of see where she is coming from in that I write about fails and not positive experiences. The thing is that I have only had negative experiences and letdowns when it comes to dating (or lack there of). So really, I should be desperate. I have every right to be desperate.
But I am nearly the opposite of desperate. If I was desperate, I would have settled way before now. I would have taken the first man that looked at me twice. I would have thrown myself at every man who treated me like a human being.
If I was desperate, I would walk around with my boobs hanging out to attract the idiots who objectify women because I too would have low standards. If I was desperate, I would spend my weekends at the clubs grinding up against drunk men with the hope that they would have me just for the night.
Desperately, I would call and text every man I know like a dog with a bone and not accept their rejection. I would forget that I am a person with the right to be happy and respected.
So no, I do not think that I am desperate. I am frustrated, I am tired and I am lonely. But I am also strong and courageous and determined. I know that I am not less of a person because I am single. And I am certainly not going to settle for someone who is not right for me.
To my single girlfriends out there, you are not desperate and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. You are strong because you are waiting for the right man at the right time. You know that your happiness is worth so much more than a change in your facebook relationship status.