the life of the single and fabulous.

i've noticed that my single and fabulous friends are always up for a party.
or, the attached and fabulous whose partners are not in town - they too are up for all nighters.

i've been staying out until dawn the past few weekends with a few guys i used to work with. their girlfriends' arrival in this town are imminent, and i have a feeling we may see less of them when this happens. in the meantime, we are all out and about. and i drag my hungover ass home each sunday morning, wasting the rest of sunday mooching about as i can't be bothered doing anything else. especially when my apartment is such a haven and the skies are grey outside.

i like being fabulous. i'm sure i am completely biased, but i feel fabulous. and i feel that my friends are fabulous. my friend michaela once made a comment that all of her friends are attractive. and looking at them, she's right. they are all young and sexy and smart, and mostly open and friendly people who welcome new people into their fold.

sometimes i look at micky and i wonder why we're both fabulous and single. truely single. like me, micky doesn't meet men at all. except for that hot young designer she had a brief thing with, nothing ever happens. i wonder if it was us. our high standards, stand offish exclusive nature, or the fact that despite being attractive and fabulous, we're just not that approachable.

in reality, i know it's because deep in my heart i'm still trying to get over the one who got away. it's not that i'm unavailable, it's just i am not giving up any vibes. or i just attract people who don't interest me.

hmm.