Here in the Philippines, girls like me are called NBSB. No Boyfriend Since Birth. This makes people think that I’m either a man-hating, anti-romance feminist, or else boyfriend-desperate. However, I’m pretty normal. (At least, in the romance attitude scale–I wouldn’t claim to be regular in all aspects and I’ve been called “eccentric” and “quirky” numerous times in my life.)
Like many other single girls, I have my highs and my lows. At times I’m giddy and high on the glory of singlehood–there are so many things that are this-much-more-fun because I’m single. Who needs guys? My life is awesome the way it is. Of course, there are also times that I lament over my solo status–I wish to love and be loved, and bask in love’s springtime. Why am I single, I’m pretty, smart, cheerful and I have a good job. Or is there actually something wrong with me?
So there are times when I think that maybe I should go ahead and take up my dentist/family friend on her offer to matchmake me with a blind date.