Enjoying It

Today marks one year since I broke up with my boyfriend of over 3 years. Our relationship carried me through my senior year of high school and my first 2 years of college. Through all that time, I can't complain about a single thing. He was a good, kind guy; I just didn't love him. I know he will make an amazing husband - for some other girl.

It's been a tumultuous year to say the least. The semester after the break-up was filled with painfully awkward attempts to re-enter the dating scene. News flash: guys you meet at frat parties will not call to ask you out the next day. College boys aren't really into dating either. And by "not really" I mean "not at all." Also, making fun of a guy's taste in books is not a socially acceptable pick-up line. Who knew?

Then came my semester in Europe, where I learned more things that I didn't want to know about guys. Like, college boys are immature and usually trashy. British guys are formal and Greek guys are forward. Also, you will not meet your future boyfriend at a dance club. Shocker.

Next up was my glorious summer in New York. I didn't blog during that time because I was too busy working and having fun. I found out that if a guy has a job and steady income, he'll actually take a girl on real dates. And a girl like me, who feels out-of-place in college because of her grandma-like "Betty homemaker" tendencies, is somehow JUST what post-college guys are looking for. It was a good summer.

Now I'm back at college, which is populated by dear, silly, very immature college boys (many of whom are my friends). Nary a dinner date to be found. This is tough for a romantic, flirtatious soul like me. Sometimes I think to myself, "Just get through this year." But on this, the anniversary of my single life, I've decided that that attitude is silly. I was so glad to get out of a relationship and it's high time I realized how lucky I am to be in this single season of my life. From now on, every time I post, I'm going to list a reason I love being single. It's just the right thing to do.

Reason I Love Being Single #1: I went to Speed Dating Friday night and had an amazing time laughing and flirting with tipsy football players. Then two of my guy friends walked me home, singing Disney songs all the way, and even proffered a "We love you, Tess!" as they dropped me off at my door. Better than a boyfriend, don't you think? :)