Hey Blogosphere! Sorry for the brief absence, but believe it or not I am still here, in the ice cream isle. Ironically, curled up with my laptop and a horribly sad romantic movie.  So since our last update, I have finally turned twenty one and gave the whole bar/club scene a try. Not to sound all hoity or anything, but I was right… bars are not the place to meet Mr. Right. Anyway, as I navigate my way through this hell hole called “dating” I do have a few friends by my side, I like to refer to them as the council. All knowing and wise as can be. It’s an assortment of women I go to coffee with once a week, they range in ages nineteen to thirty-five and I trust them whole heartedly. So here’s my dilemma, one of my council women has a roommate, he is her fiancés best friend. I can see where she’s coming from, friends dating friends would be perfect. We would go out and stay in and have an amazing time. Well so I meet this roommate and we actually hit it off pretty well. The same weekend I met the roommate, I was at a house party and met this other guy, we’ll call him Vaughn. Oh and while I’m at it we should probably name the roommate, how about Brent? Anyways back to Vaughn, we also hit it off pretty well, maybe even better than Brent and I. Needless to say I am torn between the two; the idea of best friends dating best friends is so exciting. Yet there’s this thought in the back of my head screaming what ifs at me. What if he is Mr. Right and what if he isn’t but the other guy is. There needs to be a hand book for these kinds of things. This is exactly why I have my council of women and even they are split down the middle. What’s a girl to do? I think I’ve decided to head to the ice cream isle for another pint and maybe Ben and Jerry will help me sort things out. Unless you guys want to chime in?

Yes to the Dress? In the ice cream isle?

So that show on TLC, Say Yes To The Dress, it some how found its way into my Netflix queue. Like any other 20 something, whose single, has the day off and is way to broke to go anywhere, I had a marathon (which included a pint of Ben & Jerry's: Late Night Snack). By the sixth episode I realized, I too wanted a wedding and a gorgeous dress. But I haven't even had a boyfriend since high school. So where does a girl my age go to meet a guy? I'm just shy of my 21st birthday, so a bar or club is out of the question. The only places I go are to work and WalMart. I really don't think I will be meeting the man of my dreams in my sweats at midnight in the ice cream isle of Walmart, most likely holding a pint of ice cream. A girl can hope, right? So I have decided that after my birthday I will make an effort to get myself out there, Mr.Perfect isn't going to be in the ice cream isle, or is he? Either way I need to get out of my funk and my comfort zone, which most certainly is not a bar or club. So in an effort to find a man, and eventually say "yes to the dress" I am making this my year! Hello world!! I am officially dating again, I think? But for the next three months I will be blogging from the ice cream isle, probably in my sweats. Hopefully the world is listening and will weigh in on my ups and downs.