Even A ‘Singal’ Can Still Believe So my friends have dubbed me a ‘singal’. No that is not a typo; it’s the story of my life - my designation as a single gal looking for true love. On the endless search for Mr. Right, but only finding Mr. Right Now. And I guess I am looking for love. Not the one night, sweaty sheets, you’re my one and only just until the next orgasm type of love. But the, ‘I still want to be with you when you’re eighty, despite the lack of hair and the miracle pill enhancements’, kind of love. I guess I am like those puppies in the want ads – looking for my forever home. It is not easy being a singal who still believes she’ll find her Forever One. It’s hard to keep the faith, especially when I hang out with Jackie for too long. She is the original Cougar. All about the conquest. She makes it her point to tell me that her true love ran off with his slut-bomb hygienist, after Jackie spent 20 of her best, non-nip/tuck years with him. She’s pissed she put all her eggs in one bastard. But I have not given up, not even after Jackson. Jackson was my One. I just didn’t realize I was his one of many. My friends refer to him as the Love Albatross. They think he’s the reason I am stuck in neutral – that no guy can get my heart back into drive. Because I am not over Jackson and Jackson is always over someone else. So there it is…my story – Sophie’s heart. So is there hope? I know so. I just have to look at my Aunt Mae. She’s been with Uncle Josh for 50 years. They got thrown out of the movies last week for making out in the back row – un-miracle pill aided no less! No matter what, true love will conquer - right??? Archives