Enough is Enough.

Okay. Let’s lay it all out on the table.

If you’re a single girl in your 30’s, I think there comes a time for each of us where we wake up one day and ask ourselves, how the hell did we get here? The day where we say, enough is ENOUGH.

Enough of going through another week, a month, or even a year with the hope of just one date that might go somewhere.

Enough of being the token, single, drunk bridesmaid at ALL your friend’s weddings.

Enough of feeling like you could have bought a chateau in the South of France with all the money you have spent on baby showers, bridal showers, engagement parties, christenings, bachelorette parties… I could go on, and on, and on… but you get my point.

Enough of feeling sick to your stomach at family gatherings because you hope you don’t botch your much over-rehearsed response to the dreaded question YOU KNOW everyone is going to ask, “So, are you dating anyone?” (C’mon girls, how many times have you lied to Aunt Berta on any one single occasion?).

Enough of hearing it will happen when you least expect it. (That is my personal fave.)

Enough of believing that if you write to the angels it will bring you a man.

Enough of being home on a Friday night with your two best friends, Mr. Ben and Mr. Jerry.

Enough of being number 3, 5, 7, 9 at the “Couples Table”. Is there anything more depressing?

And even worse, enough of being placed at the “Singles Table”. At this point in our lives, the “Singles Table” is starting to look like a bunch of mutants. All our friends think they are doing us a BIG favor by putting us at THAT table, but if truth be told, it makes us feel worse then already being there alone. And yes, it probably further aids the drunkness.

Enough of never being invited with a date to anything (or if you are, having no one to bring – C’mon you’re more pissed off about that!).

Enough of being the dumpee. For once YOU want to be the dumper!

For once you want the guy YOU like, to like you back.

Enough of making excuses for why he didn’t call.

Enough of being so stupid and accepting those lousy excuses.

Enough of being attracted to ALL the wrong men.

Enough of trying to lose weight because you think some guy (who, get with the program, doesn’t like you) will like you, if you lose a few pounds. C’mon fess up. How many times have you restarted Weight Watchers for just that reason? How many times have you wished your “Dining Out Companion” wasn’t a book telling you how many points a MacDonald’s chocolate shake will cost you?

Well, for me at least three times this year. But who’s counting?

Allow me to introduce myself. I am for all intents and purposes, Single City Gal. I am a 32 year-old single girl living in Chicago, and I am THAT GIRL. And, I have had ENOUGH. Sorry if I have come off so brutally honest, but I had to vent for all of us. I am just saying out loud what all us single girls in our 30’s are thinking. But, for me, Single City Gal, this is the end.

I have decided that as of today, THIS DAY, at this very moment things are going to change. I am no longer going to be THE drunk bridesmaid. I may still be THE single bridesmaid, but it will be by choice and I will NOT make a b-line to the bathroom at every slow dance! From this point on, if I am going to be a Weight Watchers “re-joiner” for the 10th time in one year, then it will be for no other reason then for myself! Go team WW!

From this point forward, THIS girl’s life is about discovering why HER “least expecting moment” has yet to happen. From this point forward it is about “making it work” (as Tim Gunn would say). Making it work one day at a time and exploring just who I am. Discovering all I have to offer. It is about finding answers ~ and solutions. It is about finding THAT least expecting moment! It is about finding MY least expecting moment! To quote a wise friend, the never-ending search for the Holy Male, has now turned into the search to become the coolest, Single Gal.