WE WE WE All The Way Home

Recently whilst mulling it over a bunch of GUS (grown up sodas) was the subject of coupling discussed amongst single girls. It wasn't one of those typical conversations where they were left singing "Ut Oh" on a Friday night rather it was the subject of when two individuals become the "we." Don't get me wrong; the world is a much grander place when you share it with someone special. The issue lies in the impact that "we" has on the single brood. The gals go for drinks on the weekend. The guys play pool, etc. Couples however do it a little bit differently and yet so mundanely. "We" went house hunting, "we" opened a bottle of wine, "we" went to the cinema, etc. Well while it sounds quite lovely there are those of us who are struggling to be a "we" and fail most catastrophically.

There is not an over abundance of great mates out there. Some travel through the ravages of time seeking the notion that there is something out there for them to complete life and make them whole. Nonetheless the struggle to make it a go is time consuming and daunting at times. Most dates end in epic failure and can often times be assimilated with Chinese water torture (think the first 40 rainy minutes of Memoir of A Geisha). Toxic love can dry our fears but when we are left with little more than a raw and opened chemical burn do we really need the lye to be dumped into the open wound on top of the gaping vulnerability that coexists? I hear more times than not that its terribly painful to find a date to a wedding as a single gal much less land a life partner to make the me a "we!" So when a single converses with a couplet the last planetary alignment statement they need to be reckoned with is "we." Don't get them wrong, what you have is quite special and we envy you tremendously. Nonetheless the fact remains that we are soldiers in battle, and need the chance to gain access to the medal of honor...the "we."

My advice singles, is be patient and empathetic. While you might just be a me, there is no hindrance from taking your single self out for a night on the town. You never know where the "we" might be.