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The Last Single Girl



              
With yesterday being Thanksgiving, it was filled with lots of love and laughs from the people I love the most.  I’ve often said that at times, I look at my family members and think to myself…Man, everyone has a significant other and I have Bentley. There’s been moments when I found myself thinking what or who I’ll become once my son gets out of the house and I’m all by myself. Will I have some great book deal by then that’ll keep my mind occupied or will I be lonely with ten cats lounging on my sofa? The thought is pretty frightening.

As I sat around talking with family and friends yesterday, the dating topic surfaced. I listened as a friend discussed how many options she had in potential partners. The first thing that came to mind was that I barely get a text back from potential partners in my life. I listened to my uncle discuss earlier that day how he’d been married more than twice over the years and there I was hoping to hold a conversation with someone who could keep my interest for more than two days. As time went on and I expressed these things to my family, they all began to laugh at the fact that I’m picky about the things I will and won’t do when trying to date someone new. Everyone threw in their advice on what they felt I should do to break this cycle of singleness to include the following: Step out of your comfort zone, date a girl, don’t be so picky, go more places, live a little, go to clubs, etc.

Was something wrong with me because I couldn’t find anyone worth my time. Was I being unrealistic? Am I even ready to date? Could I split my already limited time being a single mother any more to make time for myself and try new things? All these questions ran through my mind at once and I got mix emotions of hopelessness and optimism. Sometimes I feel like the last single girl in the world. If he’s out there, maybe our paths will cross soon, but until then I’ll continue to write, drink more water, build my brand, be a kick ass good mom, and advance in my career. I can’t go wrong by focusing on either one of those!  

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  1. You’re not alone in your thinking. My family doesn’t grill me about dating, but I do feel like what will happen if I’m still single when Malakhai moves out. A book deal would be great for me too, but who will I have to share in the excitement and bask in the glory? Who will go on tour with me and do meet and greets?

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