After I started writing a blog, my brother, who lives out of state, told me that he was really relieved to learn that I have a really active social life. I can just imagine he and his wife sitting around the dinner table discussing how sad it is that I don't have a husband, and I am forced to sit at home by myself on a Friday night. Many assumptions are made about single women in their thirties. They are baby crazy, there must be something wrong with them, and my personal favorite, they reek of desperation.
Of course, these things are all false, but try explaining that to anyone who is married or in a serious long-term relationship. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a very active social life, I work with children- the strongest form of birth control available, and as far as desperation goes, I like to think my breasts are covered enough to rule that out. I have been in relationships, but after the last serious one ended, I found myself single at 30, a dreaded situation. I had been dumped OVER EMAIL two days after Christmas. I was devastated for a little while, watching both Bridget Jones' movies over and over, but as Leone Lewis promised, it all got better in time. One day frigid day in February, I swore I would never cry a single tear over another man again. And I have kept that promise.
However, it did take me sometime to start dating again, and in that 10 month period, the assumptions that were made about me led to being groped by my friend's husband, the all too common "dagger eyes" from wives and girlfriends of male friends or coworkers, and being propositioned by two different couples for a threesome. There was not a guy in sight for me, mostly by choice. Anytime I went out and couples were around, a wife or gf who didn't know me would immediately flash their ring, grab their man's arm, and shoot lasers out of their eyeballs. One evening I was out with a group of friends, and one woman's husband thought it would be ok to grab me between the legs, right up in my business, completely out of nowhere. Anyone standing around would have seen my reaction- my Irish temper took hold- we'll leave it at that. But of course, his wife blamed me, and we are no longer friends. And then there are the two married couples who very concerned for my lack of action offered to let me have a threesome with them. One wife actually begged me as she thought her husband had a thing for me. I know what your thinking, I must be dressed like a total whore or flirting with these men. I can assure you I am bad at both dressing seductively and flirting. I rely on these magazine to help me pick out clothes and woo a man. I'm quite pathetic on my own.
