Last month I went to the famous singles night that takes place in McGowans of Phibsboro. I saw a post on Facebook and got curious. I decided to go so I took out my phone to text my friends. That’s when it hit me. Most of my friends are not single anymore I only have three friends that are single: one was working late, one was broke and the other one was well up for it.
So me & Deirdre got dolled up and headed to Phibsboro with the promise of drinks, fun and maybe love (or at least lust). We were not disappointed. When we arrived we were checked in and given a glass of champagne (the cheap kind but hey, free drink is free drink). We were also given a voucher for a free shot and a playing card. All the men were given a playing card too. If you found your match you both went to the bar to get another free shot. There were games like Jenga & Buckaroo on the different tables. What I liked was that there were men & women of all ages, not just younguns. We got chatting to a few different groups of guy and girls. Everyone was really cool and friendly.
The DJ had different games organised which you could volunteer for and if you won-you guessed it, you won another drink! We volunteered for a game and it was a good laugh. (I could tell you about the games but that would ruin the surprise) We ended up chatting to two lovely girls and dancing with them for a good while. My friend spotted a fit guy, and by fit I mean his arms were huge and his legs were tiny. Not my scene but my friend loves that type of guy. We chatted to him and his friend for a while and eventually my mate ended up kissing him. His friend started kissing one of the girls we were with and her friend went off with some lad. So for a while I felt like a one..two.. fifth wheel (kill me now). But I made the most of the opportunity and I went back to one of the groups we had talked to before and played Jenga with them for ages. Also, everytime Sean (the guy Deirdre was kissing) bought her a drink he also bought me one. Cheers Sean! There was a hot guy but he had a girlfriend- do not ask me why he was there.
So I didn’t meet Prince Charming but that’s OK. I had an awesome time, got free drink and met some cool people. I’d definitely do it again and you should too! Next on the list, speed dating!
I hate when girls say “you’re lucky you’re single”. Girls who are married or in relationships. Am I the only one who sees the irony here? Saying this to a single girl is not empathising, it’s patronising. It is actually the most stupidest thing you can say to a single girl. I’m better off single? Then why aren’t you single? Do you understand what you just said? You are implying that you’re unlucky to be in a relationship. So why not change that? Surely that’s the solution? Obviously you don’t mean it so it is just condescending and we don’t appreciate it. And you always use it in a situation where your other half is annoying you or fighting. “Ah you’re lucky you’re single.” And you know what? I am lucky. I’m lucky I don’t have a boyfriend who cheats on me in front of my friend. Or a husband who verbally abuses me on the phone when I try to end the call. Or an other half who chooses what I wear out.
You also have no idea why I’m single. Why would you, perhaps we’re not that close. (In fact I could be cohabiting with my baby daddy and might not ever tell you) Women have different reasons for being single. Why do you feel the need to comment on my status at all? It seems to be common practice to comment on a single woman’s status (not men, but that’s a whole other ball game) making them feel the need to justify their choices. I do hope to settle down someday but that time has not arrived yet. It doesn’t make me lucky or unlucky. It just is.
So to all the single girls out there, do not feel that you need to justify your status one way or the other.
And remember, settling down does not mean you have to settle.
So I bit the bullet, set up my blog and wrote my first post. Yay! Now I’m chilling on my bed in a Hogwarts nightshirt, watching RuPaul’s Drag Race while I decide what horror movie to watch. By the way (because I’m sure it will come up a lot) I LOVE horror. Love it. I don’t do chick flicks or romcoms. The creepier the better. On a Sunday night I like to sneak in a horror or two before Monday comes with all its real life responsibility. I love movie nights, whether it’s alone or with someone else.
I remember a time when I told a friend from work that I was going to have a movie night when she asked what my plans were that night. A classic, Psycho. Her response was “with who?”. I said no one and she couldn’t believe it. She thought it was weird to have a movie night on your own. I didn’t understand what the big deal was. I always watch movies on my own. Especially horrors, because I only have one friend who likes horrors, so it’s not always possible to watch them with someone. Am I supposed to wait till my friends are free or when I have a boyfriend, to watching something I like? I enjoy watching a horror on my own. It’s better, you scare easier. I love picking up some Doritos, salsa, sweets, maybe even a cheeky Dominos and locking myself away with Jason or Freddy. Am I mad? Even if I am I don’t care. It makes me happy.
So I’ve decided on a horror called Circle. Maybe I can put one of my teddies beside me and that can count as watching it with someone? I’ll fit the social standard. Either that or I’ll just look demented watching movies with a teddy
Have a nice night and don’t let Monday bite.
I hope you all had a fun Halloween. I can’t believe it’s November!
I’ve decided to do this blog because I want to share my experiences with anyone who’ll listen. As a single girl I think we have unique experiences that I hope you can relate to. I’ll be sharing my thoughts and opinions as well as those of my friends. How friends treat you because you’re single. The positive and negative interactions with men. The wonderful world of internet dating. I’ll basically be putting my random thoughts down on paper and letting you all see how I think. While I was talking to my creative writing class I had mentioned about writing my experiences and both the men and women thought that it would be a great idea. What I liked was that even the women who were married said they’d love to read something like that. So I have decided to go for it.
I hope you like it and can relate. Or at least laugh.