Dear Girls (and boys if you’re interested),
We might as well start off with the formalities. I’m Suz and Sis is my other half. How we got this far in life without the other is a complete wonder.
We’ve both found that dating as 20-somethings is, to be blunt, a bitch.
The pursuit of Prince Charming has been anything but easy, and it seems that there are more master douchebags out there than actual gentlemen. I blame overly sappy love stories for this. Sis thinks it’s wrong place, wrong time, and her prince is lost somewhere on a gorgeous island in the tropics. If you haven’t noticed, she’s the shining beacon of hope to my jaded Scroogey cynicism. Thank God for that.
So, we’re dedicating this blog to you. The single, frustrated, 20-something finding a whole lot of disappointment in the dating pool, either in the college world, or just outside of it. We’ll share hilarious anecdotes from dates gone horribly wrong (which mostly means parties and bar outings with cute boys that seem full of potential, because, let’s be real – actual dates are virtually non-existent when you’re all broke). Hop on and enjoy the ride with us – from disaster to dating master, we’re going to cover it all. And if you’ve got stories to share, send ’em to us! Guest writers are more than welcome, and we’d love to share your failures and successes too!
I feel like I should introduce myself to all of you. My name is Sis, the hopeless romantic, and be warned I swear like a sailor, especially when I talk about men. They can rile me up like no other. They can make my blood boil, and then with a look they can make me swoon, and yes I’m talking to you Ryan Gosling.
Men are these interesting little creatures; each one is different, and with me being stubborn and ambitious, I view them all like a little challenge. In the end, I tend to leave disappointed and broken hearted. Nicholas Sparks is a dick, and he never prepared me for that. Nor did Disney. If anything I learned that I need to wake up, walk outside, sing to some woodland creatures, and POOF, there will be my prince. Who preferably has blue green eyes, dark hair that is slightly disheveled, taller than me, good muscle build, a few tattoos, loves to dance, knows the difference between there and their, gets my sense of humor, loves dogs, finds the fact that I am in love with a lot of celebrities and that I spent most of my childhood watching Titanic super endearing and one of my adorable quirks…. But I digress. This isn’t how life works. Trust me, I have tried. Ok I didn’t go out and sing to the squirrels, – I would look like a basket case and squirrels kinda freak me out – but, falling into the type of love that people write stories about, with men that are beyond perfect, isn’t as easy as it seems. The movies are liars, and yet I still cry at every single one. Even the Last Song, despite being distracted by how much I despise Miley Cyrus. I want to have that love. That epic, once in a lifetime, enviable, all-consuming, super passionate love.
But here I am. A single girl, full of some interesting stories, and no boy holding a speaker outside my window playing romantic songs and professing his love to me. So what gives? I will share some of the things I have found out through my trials and tribulations, so maybe this will help shed a little light on your “love life.” If anything, you will get a kick out of my desperation to find my prince charming.
Lights, Camera, Action! Single Girl Diaries, here we go!
XOXO,
Sis & Suz