Four Friends and a Dilemma

We all have girlfriends who we cherish as our own for life. “Sisters from another mister,” as I like to call them. Those are the friends whom we see reflections of during ‘Sex and the City’ (or more recently, ‘Desperate Housewives’) episodes. They’re the ones we reminisce with about the times you dated the guy that was totally wrong for you, and the ones you call in the middle of the night to tell them “I think I’m in love.” They’re the same ones who buy you a round of shots for your birthday, and later pull your hair up while you purge the consequences of one too many drinks. These are the people that call you a dumbass – and mean it – and the ones who cheer you on the loudest.

Throughout the years we’ve dealt and sorted through [a bit too] many problems… but the ones that remain ubiquitous are always the ones involving the male species. Whether it’s trying to figure out “why hasn’t he called me yet?” or “why is he still in the picture?” – the topic of men (and I use that term loosely) always seems to dominate conversations. Seems everywhere I turn, women are preoccupied either:
a) bitching about a boy
b) crying over one
c) pining over one
d) fighting with (or over) one

We’ve all been there, done that and there’s no shame in it. In fact, I’m sure you’re probably nodding your head in agreement as you realize you easily fall into one of those categories. The question really is though, why do we do it? Maybe it all comes back down to that overrated four letter word… love. It seems as if we’re nomads searching for a place to rest our hearts, and until we find that anchor, we’ll keep on bitching, crying, pining, fighting, and wondering… Wondering what tomorrow will bring, wondering if he’s the one, and wondering if any guy will be lucky to come in fifth.

Maybe the single ladies will have better luck posting their online profiles at the CSI office. I mean, these investigators seem to find criminals with the slightest clues; surely, we can make their job easier by telling them exactly who we’re looking for.

WANTED: A 5’10” British chef with a witty sense-of-humor, and a hidden weakness for foot massages.