Like many girls my age, I grew up watching Sex and the City. I spent many episodes pondering the age old question, “Am I a Carrie? Or maybe I’m more of a Charlotte.” Over the years, it has been decided that I am most definitely a Carrie. Carrie Bradshaw has tragic fashion (in a fabulous way), an even more tragic love life, and the ability to not care about the price of excellent heels. Yes, I’m definitely a Carrie; except my life hasn’t been turned into a motion picture about my tragically romantic life with “Big”, ending in an adorable city hall wedding and the inevitable happily ever after. Also, I’m not so single in the city – I’m single in the suburbs.
Being twenty-eight and searching for love is tough. Doing so in a town with a population of 5,000 makes it slightly more difficult. Suburbia is mostly populated my married or elderly widowed men. If a man is 30 and single living in Suburbia, chances are he is what we refer to as a “Townie”. The townie typically is broke, has a not so great smile, and has a wardrobe of “camo”, hunting orange, and work boots. Townies do know how to have fun and drive hot trucks, so that is a plus.
After spending the better part (6 years) of the “best years of my life” with someone that could never love me as much as I loved him, here I am. Living with my parents and actively searching for Mr. Right. How does one search for Mr. Right in Suburbia? Online dating of course. The past two years have been a whirl-wind of emotions, and filled entertaining phone calls to friends to laugh about the awful dates. It helps that I have friends going through this with me. Our stories are too good not to be heard, and for that I am here to publish our dating lives. Hopefully our stories will help educate women on how to find Mr. Right, and educate guys on how not to be so stupid (maybe).
Until Next time,
Kiki
I'm from an even smaller town, so I know what you mean about what's out there.
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