My Last Singles Party

I think it's safe to say this.  Kasi ayoko na.   

Promise.  As in.

You know how sometimes you get trapped in meetings that seem to drag on forever?  This process I'm in feels that way.  There must be a more efficient way to go through these proceedings.

Maybe I should be more positive.  I did get a vibe that a few people I shared oxygen with a few hours earlier will establish friendships, then who knows, in a few years or maybe a decade or so, someone will make a move... then bam!

Or will it be more of a whimper?  Even fireworks have expiration dates, don't they?  When they reach the deadline they become duds.

Vague much?  Am I confusing you?  Don't worry, you're not alone.  I'm confused too!

Another December Wedding

Today, I attended the wedding of two ex-officemates at the Christian company I worked with for a while.  When I found out that they had become a couple, I was surprised because when I resigned, my friend was still calling the guy Kuya (big brother).  But then I wasn't shocked because they did seem to have the same kind of temperament.  And they always just laugh off jokes about their height difference (she's taller by five inches apparently), so that's good...

Last night, I had a hard time sleeping because of a sore throat.  When I woke up before the alarm went off, I wondered how it would feel to be the bride, waking up to your last morning of bachelorettehood.  I already had a fitful sleep and also went through the trouble of sleeping with twisty curler-type things in my hair so that I'd look extra pretty today.  All through the fifteen steps I needed to take from my bed to the bathroom, I was thinking this, imagining the happy glow a bride must feel on her big day despite the lack of sleep (which would be because of excitement and not an impeding cold, but oh well, close enough)...

Chicken and My Looong Protracted Singleness

An actual conversation I had with a colleague after finding out that her family owns a poultry:

Me: Gano katagal bago pinapatay yung mga manok para ibenta sa grocery?

Her: 35 days.

Me: (after a beat)  Bigla akong naka-relate... kasi sila 35 days old tapos ako, 35 years old.

Her: Bakit, manok ka ba?

Me: Dati, chick ako.  Pero ngayon, pwede na akong inahin.

I know that the title of this blog is redundant, but this period of my life seems to just go on

and on

and 

on...

so it fits, doesn't it?

It’s Been a Bad Week

The last 7 days haven’t been very good to me.

1)  I love my job.  It’s a dream job.  But there are some perks that don’t come very often... and one of them is finding out that a hunky celeb you’ve been crushing on (*blush*) is going to  read for one of the parts in your upcoming show.  I’m a very reserved person when I’m with people I don’t know that well, but when our director asked me if the celeb would be a good fit for the role, I joked that I would need a one-on-one with him before I make a decision.  I swear I was one step away from licking my lips for emphasis.  This despite our channel head and two other members of the network’s upper management being in the same room with us. 

Harry, Sally, Boundless and Singleness

In the movie When Harry Met Sally, the lead guy played by Billy Crystal asserted that men and women can’t be friends.

On the other hand, it seems that for the good people of Boundless, single men and women shouldn’t try being friends... or at least they should take care not to hang out too often for an extended period of time.  As Candice Watters says in the podcast Men and Intentional Dating:

The Lure of Reality TV

Having to go without access to a laptop for a few days, I decided to look for something different to do to clear my head.  It was getting late, so I didn’t have many options.  I ended up in front of the TV for practically a whole night’s worth of mindless viewing.  I don’t watch reality shows very often, but last night I three of them kept my eyes glued to the screen. 

Reality TV has this uncanny ability to bring out the voyeur in us—that’s pretty much reality TV’s #1 charm.  Some shows seem to position themselves as suppliers of cautionary tales which are calculated to make us feel better about ourselves:  oh, I must watch my step or I might end up as messed up as these people!  Others do seem to try their very best to be inspirational to viewers.  Either way, I’m starting to understand how easy it can be to be hooked to these.

The Ob-Gyn and Singleness

I went home mid-morning last Saturday so that I could accompany my mom to her OB-GYN.  She was concerned about two myomas/ fibroids that were found in her ultrasound.  Thank God they are small and not anything to be worried about.

My mom ended up getting a pap smear.  As she was dressing up, the doctor came out from the examination area and looked at me.  “How old are you?” she asked.

“Thirty-five,” I replied.

“Single?”

I nodded.

Without missing a beat, she said, “You better hurry up.  We consider pregnancies for women 35 and up as high risk.”