The title of this blog comes from a nickname given to me by my dear friend M, who is engaged to my dear friend L. L is the favorite redhead, as she should be considering she is M's fiance and a natural redhead, but I feel honored to be second in his book. I like to think I'm like the runner-up in the Miss USA Pageant...or is it "scholarship program?"...whatever. Although I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have said that 'Pretty Woman' was an inspirational movie for young girls. But, Julia Roberts' character was a redhead, so maybe I would have. I digress.
I've had blogs before, but never really stuck with them. There was the time I decided to read one book a week from a list of The Greatest Novels of All Time. That lasted about three books when I discovered that the so called "greatest novels" had little to nothing to do with magical creatures, kick-ass heroines, or wizards, which are pretty much literary staples for me. There was also the time I had a blog that showed the parallel between everyday situations and an episode of Sex & The City. While I stand by my original thesis, I discontinued that one too. Some say I have a problem with commitment. Apparently some are right, but that's an issue you'll have to take up with my therapist. Kidding, I don't have a therapist. Not that there would be anything wrong if I did, but anyway. There I go on a tangent again (10 point word).
So no guarantees on whether or not I'll stick with this one, but let's get started. I wish I were one of those girls who didn't talk about stereotypical girl topics on their blogs like cats, nail polish, and their One Direction obsession, but I'm going to. Especially since I am extremely fond of cats (actually just one. There should never be more cats than single girls in an apartment.), nail polish and One Direction. Yes, I'm 27. Don't judge. I'm going to start out by discussing one of my least favorite things: dating websites. Many people have tried them and I must admit I am one of them. I didn't make beautiful music with EHarmony, OK Cupid's arrow missed me, and I was mismatched on Match (See what I did there?) A few people in my life say it's because I'm too picky, but is it too much to ask for to find a single, University of Kentucky basketball loving, driven, non-girls jeans wearing man, who doesn't live with his mother, is not an only child and likes Harry Potter? Apparently in this town, it is.
But I ask those who say I'm picky to consider this: maybe I'm not picky enough. Maybe I would have more luck if I signed up for a more tailored dating website. I could find a nice, Jewish boy on J-Date. But why stop there? Let's get even more specific. What if I joined Cougar Life? I mean, I'm only 27, but apparently the average age to get married in the South is like 19 (completely made up statistic), so technically I could be a cougar. I mean, college Freshman orientation is right around the corner. I'd make sure they were 18. Or, if I'm not feeling particularly confident in my looks, I could join the Ugly Bug Ball, which touts itself as a dating website for the non-aesthetically blessed. Apparently there are dating sites for those obsessed with vampires (the real ones, not the sparkly Twilight pansy ones), fans of World of Warcraft, and Ayn Rand readers. If there was a Harry Potter one, I would happily be a charter member. There is a site for cat lovers too. Except I really only like my cat, so any relationship from that website would be doomed from its inception.
I haven't looked, but maybe there's a site out there dedicated to mothers who desperately want their daughters to date and get married. It's funny how one day the switch flips from not wanting any part of the male anatomy near their daughters to mothers being willing to pay someone to take their daughter to Chillis. Guess who would probably get signed up for that one? Earlier this week, when I told my mom there was a new girl at work close to my age, her response was, "Does she have a brother?"
I'm sure there are sites out there even more bizarre than the ones I have mentioned in this post. But don't send them to me. Seriously, I don't want to see them. Unless it's a Harry Potter one.
Thanks for joining me on the first installment of this new journey. I don't really have a theme for the blog, so it will mostly be whatever is intriguing/thrilling/annoying me each day. I'll end each post with me answering three random questions a friend comes up with.
Q: If you were in the Hall of Fame, what would it be for?
A: My uncanny ability to ask someone how their significant other is doing, within mere minutes/hours of them breaking up.
Q: Harry Potter or Twilight?
A: If you dont' already know the answer to this after reading my blog, you miiiiight want to forego reading future entries and go find the Miss USA contestant who said a hooker was a role model for young girls. She seems more your speed.
Q: Are you a Belieber?
A: No. He looks like Dani from A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila 2. Don't judge that I watched that show.
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