Sexless in the City

By societies’ measure I am pretty “successful.” I did all the right things, went to college (twice), got a great job, bought a beautiful condo, and live in one of the most spectacular (and expensive cities in the U.S.). My family and friends insist that I am a great “catch.” Well how come no one has caught me yet? I’m thirty-two and a half years old and the proverbial clock is ticking. (Up until now, I have been hitting the snooze button on that clock.) I have a pretty positive and optimistic disposition and by no means and I’m sitting at home waiting for the Mr. Right to show up at my door. I have a pretty active social life and I am very active in my community. When I’m not raising money for AIDS and training for a marathon, I can be found traveling, salsa dancing, with a head stuck in a book at Barnes & Noble, or curled up at a café with my laptop writing. So where the hell is this Mr. Right? They say you shouldn’t look for love because you’ll never find it. Well I stopped looking for love because I have more horrible on-line dating stories than Carrie Bradshaw has shoes. So now what? If I’m not supposed to be “looking for love” and I’m such a “catch” then why am I still single? In the past five years I have received more wedding and baby shower invitations than I know what to do with. What’s a girl to do? When do I get to be a bridezilla and demand that my girlfriends wear hideous dresses and put up with me and my obnoxious demands for months? When do I get to wear the stupid paper plate hat made out of bows and ribbons and have people shower me with gifts and presents? When will I get to experience the joy of spending the holidays with that someone special and making yummy dishes with my love who just can’t get enough of me? I don’t know if there are other thirty something’s out there that can relate to my agony, but all I’m saying is that there is no sex in this city, and I don’t know what is so fabulous about being single!