So as you readers may or may not have noticed there’s been a
dearth of sex topic posts on here.
That is mostly due to my complete lack of dating life, hence no opportunity
to recant any ridiculous exploits as a single city gal. Like most girls growing up, Disney
taught me that my 20’s would bring some prince charming type riding into my
life to whisk me off my feet and make me forget that I have 8 million dollars
of student loan debt. Of course,
unless your name is Kate Middleton, that’s never going to happen. This hasn’t really bothered me until another
single friend of mine pointed out a very disturbing fact…we are getting too old
for this shit.
That’s right.
If you’ve been out of college for 3 or more years you’re getting to
“that age.” That age where, if your family’s like mine, you’re starting to get
dirty looks from your parents every time they see a little kid and hear endless
muttering about “wishing for grandchildren.” That age where you make fun of all the people changing their
facebook status to “engaged” but also die a little inside every time because it
makes you wonder if you’re doing life wrong. That age where you’re finally getting established in
your career and can start affording the good beer instead of drinking the half
priced well shit, but the number of friends that used to do happy hour is
slowly dwindling. As this friend also pointed out, we, meaning women, aren’t
getting any younger. We’re slowly
moving into that almost-to-old-to-be-fun category only to be replaced by a new
generation of hot (and now legal aged) college girls. For men, you’re getting
to that age where excuses like “I don’t know how to do laundry” are starting to
look pathetic. I don’t know about
the rest of you, but since I hit my 18th birthday my focus has been
having as much fun as I possibly can while I’m still young. But lately, squeezing out my last few
years living the “young, wild and free” lifestyle has gotten a bit harder, and
is becoming a bit more lackluster.
I’m writing about this because it’s been frequenting my
“girl talk” conversations of late.
Usually these conversations are while we’re nursing our hangovers with
coffee at some random diner and saying “what the hell are we doing with our
lives?” The conversation inevitably
ends with someone panicking that they’re going to end up like the chicks on the
Bachelor: beautiful, successful, and completely bat-shit crazy because they
can’t find a husband. Well to this
I say: fuck it. That’s right, fuck
it. Who cares that we’re getting
older? Who cares that we act like alcoholics on the weekend and then drag our
asses to work on Monday in some semblance of being an adult? Is it getting
harder? Sure, but we’re not dead yet.
Maybe there are some of us that haven’t completely figured life out
yet. And for all the girls I’ve
talked to in the past couple weeks, I too understand that coming home alone at
the end of the night by yourself to order dominos isn’t exactly our ideal
fairytale ending. But hey, neither
is being locked up in a tower am I right? So if I’m still sitting here blogging
about drunken nights in 5 years…well yea then I’ll really start to panic and
seriously consider buying 9 cats.
But for now, I’m going to celebrate the fact that I’m just starting to
really figure out who am I and what I want in life, and try to enjoy the ride while
I still can. Disney princess
movies may have fucked a lot of us girls up in some ways, but in some strange,
twisted ideal I still hang on to that hope that one day things are going to
work out.
Ok, that was my only long and depressing post for this
month. I’m sure some of you guys
are saying “she’s moving into the bat shit crazy category” but I’m pretty
positive most of the ladies will get what I’m saying. Either way keep sending your sex topic questions and stories
so I can get back to writing about what I know best!
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