Being a single girl is hard! It really takes a lot of work. A. Lot.
If we have any chance of scoring a man we have to have perfect hair, soft skin, painted nails, and pretty eyes. We have to wax, primp, get pedi's, smell nice, look thin, wear heels, and eat salad. We have to use manners, do yoga, karate, Pilate's and stick rice cakes up our ass. And doing all this does not even guarantee that they will like us.. at all.
But a man... a man, well all HE has to do is show up, belch, nod his head, scratch his nuts and say, "Sup?", and we are all about it. He can ignore us, use us, forget about us and here we sit... thinking maybe, just maybe he is going to call.
How the hell did we get here? Who can we blame for this shit? Our fathers for not telling us we are worthy of respect, admiration, and love? Who forgot to teach us to be strong and stubborn? Who left the order of self-worth off the manifest? Can we get a refund?
They say that you have to play the game if you want to win, but just how many innings is this shit?! What will become of the ladies who wait it out? The ones who put their all into everything and believe with all their hearts that at some point - somewhere there is really a trophy at the end of all of it?
Is there someone for everyone? Or is everyone just a someone looking for the one that may or may not exist?
Batter up....the game is starting.