Friday, November 19, 2010

Making New Friends

When I was in Girl Scouts, my mom was the leader and she taught us the following song:

Make new friends 
But keep the old
One is silver
and the other's gold.

A circle is round
It has no end
That's how long
I'm gonna be your friend.

That's all fine and dandy, but what about making those new, silver friends? While I mentioned in my last post that it's difficult to meet guys, it's just as difficult to make new friends as a young adult. Since moving back from Virginia, I've become friends with my roomie, my co-worker, a photographer at a club I frequent, a girl I met at karaoke, and a girl I met through a friend from VA.

My friend Caitlin (who I met at karaoke) just attended a local networking event. I haven't heard her full report on it, but I'm wondering if this may be a fun way to meet new people. 

While I do enjoy blogging, sitting home alone on a Friday night is not my idea of a fun time. Perhaps this is another things that I will work on this upcoming year. Goal? Maybe make 5 new friends? We'll see.

Your friend,


Thursday, November 18, 2010

A Dating Drought

It seems like most girls begin dating in highschool. I didn't. I didn't think I was allowed to, but it was a moot point since I wasn't asked out. To be fair to all the awkward homeschool and youth group boys of my acquaintance, I was quite an ugly duckling. I had acne, braces then a retainer then braces again, I had no idea how to do my hair, and my fashion sense was a bit off.

College brought more dating opportunities, but I still didn't go out that much. Since moving back to Washington, I've gone out with a few guys here and there, but nothing of substance.

At the age of 25, I have had one boyfriend. Will there be a second? Hopefully.

So right now I'm in a drought...and a funk. Oh, guys will hit on me when I go dancing with my friends and I did have dinner with an adorable firefighter. But I am still single.

In the past, I have taken what I could get. That doesn't really work anymore. I don't want to be a doormat. What do I want? Nothing exceptional; I simply want to be adored. It is my belief that a lot of insecurities that arise in young women regarding their relationships are caused by the fact that they are not given any reason to feel secure.

I live in a land known for its lack of connection. We have what is known as The Seattle Freeze. It's just difficult to meet new people!

Any tips for my dating journey?

Single in Seattle,


Sunday, November 14, 2010

In the Past

Last night I went out dancing, and started chatting with one of my guy friends who had come out. He brought up a recent Facebook status that I'd put up for Veteran's Day. It said that I'm "so thankful to the veterans. During WWII, you saved my grandfather, and thus I am alive. Thank you!"

My friend informed me that he had deleted that from his minifeed since it wasn't relevant. "It's in the past!" he exclaimed. "Regardless of what happened in World War II, you would still be alive in some form."

Seriously? Are you kidding me?? My grandfather was a Holocaust survivor who had everyone in his family except his brother die at the hands of a popular madman and his sick ideals. History by its definition is in the past. That's a given. But to say that it isn't relevant and that it doesn't matter since I'd be here anyway? Not acceptable.

There is no guarantee that I would be here in some other form. The fact is that I am alive because America decided to step up and sent their soldiers to stop a hideous war and free prisoners being kept in horrible death camps. Considering the millions of lives lost, I refuse to take my own for granted.

If my life now is relevant, then the circumstances that allowed me to exist are relevant and always will be.