As the perennial single gal, something I have grown far too accustomed to is being the third wheel.
SingleGal (far right), age 2.
You know, the wheel that you don’t need…the one that doesn’t really do anything…the wheel that if you removed it everything would still work just as well. Continue reading
I would assume by now (although, as my father always says “assuming is making an ass of u and me.”) you all know what PDA is.
No, not this type of PDA! But looks like someone just got a text from that boy she met last night...
Public Displays of Affection. Although to this Single Gal, in my single state, it feels more like Public Displays of “you are alone and we are not!” I can deal with the far to happy couple walking by me on a Saturday afternoon, the weird couple that chooses to sit on the same side of the table so we all have to look at their “love” and I can even deal with seeing annoying facebook pictures on my wall of you and your boyfriend that I have never met, girl from summer camp 12 years ago that I haven’t seen in 11 years. Continue reading