Lately all my friends are knocked up or engaged. Conversations tend to drift towards things to buy and a lot of advice on contraception and labor. I now understand why the Sex & the City girls were a group of four. They had no one else to talk to.
You can eliminate me with a single click here and no longer be the captive audience. I wanted to write how I feel more and more like I am living a secret life (yes, I know nothing you blog is secret.) The pregnant and married folk share life events in loud voices and big invitations. Single girls whisper over cocktails about dating, fears of using other people, fears of being used. It is a little seedy. Maybe this is why I am drawn to mysteries and thrillers lately. I am someone who should wear dark trench coats, chain smoke, and drink vodka. I just can't wear the stilettos and red lipstick that go with that outfit. We're all Keens and lipgloss here.
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Hi Hazel. Sounds like airing your ideas was a good idea. I posted something a bit edgy tonight and wonder what will become of it. Hopefully, just my opinion - out there. Sorry about the forced secret conversations. I hope your release from the "captive audience" list and this blog helps.
So true my friend. I love the episode when Cary gets invited to yet another shower and starts contemplating how as a single person you never have parties where people are obligated to by you stuff. I think that's the episode where she has her shoes stolen too. Eventually she sends the friend and invite to a party for her she makes a registry and the only thing on it are the shoes that where stolen. (I think that's how it turned out)
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