Last night, as I sat in a bowling alley surrounded by twelve guys, I realized that I don’t have many girl friends anymore (at least ones that aren’t 3,000 miles away). Yet, even though I spend a majority of my free-time with the male species, I am still a very single lady. It is not like I don’t like my guy friends – they are good looking, funny, smart, successful, sorta perfect – but I just don’t like them like that.

People are always asking me why I haven’t dated any of these guys yet, or even made out with any of them. I had never really thought about it before and once I did I realized it is weird. I mean, how many times have you made out with a close guy friend? And how many of your friends in relationships started out as “just friends” until they got drunk, made out in a dark corner and realized they loved each other? It seems like a natural progression: if a guy and a girl like each other enough to be best friends then, in theory, they should like each other enough to be more. I am just not sure I really believe that.

There is so much more to taking a friendship to another level than mere feelings. And it is those things that have kept me a friend-to-all-men. Maybe it’s an insecurity thing (“They would have made a move if they were interested”), maybe it’s a fear of ruining a really quality friendship (“It’s hard to find guys you feel comfortable discussing vibrators with!”) or maybe it’s just really f*&king weird to think about making out with any of these guys (“EW!”). They are like brothers to me; the thought of making it anything more is actually creating nauseating waves in my stomach. Read More »

I spent a good portion of my life being single. Maybe it was the few extra pounds (like 100) I carried around as a child or the big bangs I sported until my freshman year of college (and they were NOT trendy then), but I blossomed a bit later than others when it came to the dating game.

I don’t want to admit this – especially on a website read by quite a few ladies nationwide – but I did spend a good deal of time curled up in my bed in front of romantic comedies crying about the fact that I had never found love. Or staring down other couples wondering why they found each other and I remained alone. I may or may not have even perused the local pet store for the perfect cats to accompany me on my lonely journey through life.

I questioned what was wrong with me. Read More »