Friday, October 9, 2009

Can Singles Survive in a Couple's Town?


I am currently writing from Tofino, British Columbia.  For those not familiar, it is on the west coast of Vancouver Island and is the last destination before a long stretch of ocean and Japan on the other side. It is well known for its surfers and tourists and in my case, a wedding.  I arrived here yesterday and had no idea the beauty that awaited me.

Tofino is also known as a great couple's getaway. My beautiful room has a king sized bed, two lounge chairs on my private patio, two wine glasses, two complimentary breakfast vouchers and one fireplace. Being a Single, this could provide much reason for sadness and anxiety, although I am pleasantly surprised that loneliness has not reared its ugly head.  The bed is large enough for me to stretch out in a starfish and the beach is steps away for me to go on long, romantic walks (solo!).

There are three female Singles at this wedding.  Myself, the sister of the bride and the sister of the groom.  An interesting combination I think.  The bride's sister came over last night before dinner and we popped a bottle of champagne, took some pictures of the stunning setting and sat back to chat in our "couple's retreat".  All things considered, it was a pretty wonderful time.  Today we are going for a bike ride to explore the little town and tonight I will likely relax in my soaker tub with Eat.Pray.Love. (my second reading!)

More updates to come, but I guess my revelation is that a Single in the right mind set can overcome any of the mental landmines she may encounter. So I am off for my run on the beach, workout in the gym and daytime activities in this couple's domain.  Wish me luck!  

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Hey Singles! Ever thought of pursuing an office romance?


Office liaisons can lift hearts?or just raise eyebrows | Article | Homepage articles


I have never had any interest in pursuing anyone in the workplace, but I am not against it as long as good judgment is used. I once had two co-workers who are now married. We didn't even know they were in a relationship until he quit and proposed to his office romance. 

There is truth, regardless of age or generation,that our personal and professional lives are blurring more and more. As long as we manage our online and and in-person "footprint", I don' think there should be anything wrong with dating in the workplace. What do you think?

If you are already pursuing a workplace relationship, check out these tips on how to 

Happy dating!


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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Are Women Still Looking For Prince Charming?


Are Women Still Looking For Prince Charming?



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A married woman and mother comments on Single in Society


I wanted to share this wonderful comment as a result of the post "Three Women and a Baby". We love hearing from singles as well as marrieds/mothers, so keep the conversation flowing! 

Anonymous said...

It was in fact MY HUSBAND who read your blog before I did and walked me arm in arm to the computer screen. He was moved by not only your articulate and colorful descriptions of your observations of society, but also your hopeful and open-minded conclusions. Apparently married men find single women's insights just as interesting as other single women!!

What thoughtful and challenging friends the two of you must be!! (wink wink!) 

As a new mother, I can completely relate to what you describe. What I find additionally interesting is how pockets of society craft "milestone norms" if you will, that are not in fact norms at all if one just steps outside of the postal code. They are really just comfort zones that women can somehow measure up to in times of uncertainty. Get married, don't, have a baby, don't, whatever makes you happy. I'll be happy that you are happy! 

Bravo to you both. I hope you will continue to shed light on both the real and perceived ideas of women in society in general and in the process of creating dialogue tear down these perceived norms and build lasting and supportive relationships amongst them.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Manolos and Doggie Biscuits


You may recall, a few years ago, our oh-so-favourite Carrie Bradshaw attended a baby shower where her prized Minolos were stolen. Upon deliberating with her crew, she calculated the amount she had spent on bridal showers, bachelorette parties, wedding gifts, baby showers, first birthdays...the list goes on. As a single lady, she never had the party, never had the gift, never had the celebratory drink or cake or hors d'oeuvre in her honour. 

When the hostess was confronted about the missing heels, she reluctantly offered compensation. They were Manolos -- a very expensive shoe -- and the friend balked at the exorbitant price and frivolity of the item. She spoke of duties and parenthood and all the reasons why she shouldn't be required to pay such a sum. 

The end result included Carrie registering for her prized shoes and the hostess grudgingly making the purchase and sending along greetings, as one would when they are celebrating a friend's nuptials. It was a very happy ending for C.B.!

I was reminded of this story today when I heard of plans for a doggie shower in honour of my friend becoming a "mother" to her new "child". Having never wed, she has not had the opportunity to participate in the pre-marital bliss and revelry of the bride- or mother-to-be. The canine celebration will have all the trimmings -- themed invites, catering, gifts, party games, decor -- and guests will shower her with love, admiration and giddiness, just as they would the blushing bride.

While there are still opportunities for bridal celebrations in her future, this single gets to be the guest of honour at her party.  Pics and stories to come!!!  


Summer Lovin', Had me a Blast...

It is that time of year when the party dresses and strappy sandals make way for long sweaters and down-filled boots. The leaves are changing, the days are crisp and the warm summer breezes that brought evenings of wonder are a thing of the past. Summer was an idyllic fling. Patio evenings, trail adventures, ice cream outings, girls' night soirees -- a bacchanalian courtship that I never wanted to end.  

Summer of '09 in Vancouver was one of the very best. Barely any rain and record breaking temperatures had all of us forgetting the months of endless drear that loomed ahead. It was an opportunity for five single girls to live la dolce vita in a haze filled aura of martinis, music and nightlife. 

But like all summer flings, it had to come to an end. Somehow we all instinctively knew that it was over, even without discussing.  Like the kids returning to school, fall is the time to buckle down, dive into work and again pursue our professional and personal goals. It is the time to swear off the gelato and wine and embrace the health conscious vegetable soups and casseroles. 

While saying goodbye to a loved one has its moments of sorrow, I am excited about the challenges that lie ahead. While the nights on the town were a welcomed treat, I can now focus on my other career, educational and physical goals. After all, I have a lot of work to do before next year's summer flame burns again. 


Thursday, October 1, 2009

Three Women and a Baby

It was a great night. Our friend -- a new mother -- was celebrating her birthday and Noa and I were accompanying her for dinner.  Our plan was to go to a trendy comfort food bistro on Main Street, but upon arrival, it was not kid friendly. The room was too warm, the tables too close and the atmosphere too stuffy. The baby fussed a bit and all of the patrons were turning, evidently inconvenienced by a child in the room.  While I am single, I still have a heart and I still love babies. A little fussing should not be a big issue.

We decided, however, to head back to 4th Ave and found ourselves at Italian Kitchen Trattoria. They were so accommodating. They gave us a great table outside under the heat lamp so that baby wouldn't get too hot (he has issues with heat) and the servers and management kept coming over and ogling over him.  He even did a little wiggle dance in time with the jazz music. 

It was a great night filled with good conversation, amazing food and hospitable ambiance. A few observations:

1. I take my freedom of only looking after myself for granted. The new mother was talking about what she has to go through just to get ready and get out of the house with a baby. It made my issue about figuring out whether to wear the flat boot or the heeled boot pretty trivial.

2. Babies learning are a magical delight. At three months of age, the baby is learning that he has control of making sounds and conversing. He has complete conversations with his mother and is so serious in his discourse that you know that he believes he is actually sharing in a deep, philosophical discussion. 

3. Moms have a an unspoken (and spoken) bond with one another.  We passed another woman on the street carrying a baby and the two moms said hello. I can't remember an instance of that ever happening to me on my own.

4. Expectant fathers can be even more excited than mothers. The manager of the restaurant is expecting his first child in seven weeks. He shared with us the fact that they had been trying for nearly two years and you could tell just what a relief and joy this father had for his unborn child. 

I look forward to having children when the time is right.  It was very obvious this evening that one's life changes forever, so it is essential to be certain before making that leap.  Once upon a time I had wanted to have two kids and a white picket fence before the age of thirty, but over time, I have come to realize that this is not the path I am supposed to take.  Whether it is my actions or a higher being that makes this decision, I don't know. I am warming up to the idea of being an older mom, secure in my self, finances and relationship.  It may not be the path I had once imagined, but it is my path and one that I am going to fully embrace.

Thirty and *gasp* single

It started about five years ago. Everyone – and we mean EVERYONE – got married. Being in a university sorority meant we knew a lot of women – some as close friends, some as acquaintances and some simply as recurring names in the endless stream of gossip that permeated our lives as part of the so-called “Greek system.” Back then we were like all the other girls – crushing, flirting, dating, crying, begging, breaking up, getting back together, falling in and out of love and, from time to time, daring to dream of our future weddings. What would the dress look like? How many bridesmaids would we have? And – most importantly – who would the groom be? We were all travelling the same path at that time; all puzzling over the complexities and emotions of “being in a relationship;” all wondering (and worrying) – when would that wonderful, white day, with its “I dos” and promises of everlasting love and happiness, come?

And then we came to that big, fat intersection. You know the one. You can either take a right, hit cruise-control and coast down scenic Wedding Way, where the sun shines and the birds sing and all the floral arrangements match the place settings or hang a left, shift into four-wheel drive and do your darndest to navigate Lonely Lane, a rocky, winding, unpredictable route fraught with potholes, landmines and seats at the singles’ table (it’s the one at the back of the room, in case you didn't know). Read more.