With the big, ominous V-Day approaching I thought it might only be appropriate to discuss the topic of one thing, and one thing only: Love. If you had to describe your love life, or even taste in the opposite sex in one word...how would you describe it?
To answer this question, my word would have to be, wreckless.
For most of my life, I have been single and fabulous. Most days, I love it. To be honest, I really love it. Think about it, you don't have to answer to someone or listen to them nag, you get to sprawl and starfish in the middle of your bed (if your dogs don't take up all the room), and on the weekends, you can hit the town with your best pals lookin' for love Carrie Bradshaw style. It's not a bad deal.
I am not your average blogger. I don't necessarily want to generalize, but from the group of my friends in this blogosphere, many ladies are happily married and livin' the double-dweller dream. So happy for y'all! Really! But I, Miranda Leigh am not one of those ladies. I'm 23 years young and still coming into my own. For all you tied-down ladies out there, feel free to live vacariously through my singleness ;)
Back to my taste in men. It has even been brought to my attention by roommate via text when he felt compelled to share with me his thoughts regarding my dating life:
Super Rat: a term coined by Holly Golightly herself in the great American classic, Breakfast at Tiffany's. A super rat can be defined as a man dressed in a gentleman matter that successfully proves himself to be the opposite of dreamy after having fooled you into thinking otherwise.
Super Rat #1: Not your average SR by any means. A 21 year old picking up young 18 year old, yours truly. Young, foolish and naive. I "dated" if you even want to call him that, for over 3 years. As Charles Dickens said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" haha. Really though. Dodged a bullet there. I think JC knew what he was doing because we were probably the worst match ever for one another. Loved his family though.
Super Rat #2: Fooled by the glamour of him rescuing me from my stalker. Yeah, I had a stalker for about a week. That's a great story if anyone ever wants to hear it. SR #2 also attracted me to him by two things hard for me to resist....Number one: He's Mexican. Yep, I have the Latin fever. Don't know why. It must be something about growing up in Houston. Like I've said before, "I like my men like I do my food and my dogs, Mexican" and Number Two: The allure of a romance with someone in the military. Though we were only involved for a brief time, he decided to leave me for some chick in high school. (He's 21). Oh, and I found out he just got out of jail. First and last time I ever date someone younger than me. I tell you that! Anyways, obviously dodged another bullet there...don't even have to explain that one.
Winner #3: Charmed by his good looks and successful upheeve into the medical industry, Bachelor #3 actually hasn't done anything but become a blip on my radar. The only thing I must note is when speaking with him earlier in the night over the weekend he tried to convince me he's a gentleman. My response was quite jaded, "Really? Are you really a gentleman?" He replied very assuringly that he is to which I then said "Well that's what they all say!" By the end of the night his vocabulary for women became quite disheartening and synonymous with the word, "Cat".
Stay tuned for Part 2 as I reveal more tales from singlehood entitled, Jaded: A Way of Life
Disclaimer: Haha, I crack myself up sometimes....but really.
