Confession

So for a while I've had this blog and just didn't know exactly what to do with it besides post the random shit that pops into my head (because this insanity has to go somewhere and you people seem to like it). Finally my tragidy is your lunch time "bullshit, I don't feel like working or being on facebook break.

In the last year I have attended the following: (6 going on 7) Weddings (4) Bachlerette parties (2) Bridal Showers (1) Engagement Party (2) Rehersal dinners and (1) Engagement party. I currently have taped to my fridge 3 save the date cards and am awaiting 5 more for 2010.

Now there is NO WAY a 31 going on 32 year old SINGLE NEW YORKER can sit through all of these: Penis straws, candy almonds, lost hotel keys, shoe blisters, near death experiences with spanx and 1 close make-out call with a friends mildly retarted 23 year old cousin - without it forcing you to take a long, hard look at your own life.

I have always been loud, outspoken, center of attention wanting, tell it like it is, half Italian half Jew kinda gal. But, when it comes to guys am eternally 13. Nervous is not the word. I clam up. I don't speak. I sometimes puke. NOT GOOD.

The guys I do date make me feel like I'm judging the "Can there possibly be any worse?" contest. There are just oh so many freaks out there and I find them. When I tell people about these guys and who I encounter - no one believes me.

So I did what every over 30 year old does and tells no one. I joined an internet dating site that I've never really given much effort in the past. THIS TIME - I'm going to really TRY to meet someone of importance. (so I can force seek revenge on my good friends by making my worlds oldest bridesmaids).

So, it starts now, YOU get to take this jorney through the river of douche bags with me. So sit back...relax and enjoy the ride. It's going to be LOOOOONG.