It has been about 15 years since I have officially started dating – otherwise known as hanging out or being single and ready to mingle.

Although my girlfriends and I grumble about the pure agony of dating, I must say that we mostly have more laughs than frowns. It is certainly something that I think every young person should get to experience for themselves prior to settling down with that one special person, if for nothing more than for the sheer hilariousness of it all. That’s why I started this blog.

Here I want people to be able to talk about their "single experience"... the good, the bad and the ugly! I know we will share a few gasps, some chuckles, some boos and cheers but most of all I hope we can uplift each other through this process and just have some plain old fun with it. Anyone can share their two cents, if you're single, married 30 years or are a newlywed.

If you are interested in being a regular contributor on the blog, contact me at singlejustlikethat@gmail.com and I will be glad to add you. Keep in mind, that this isn’t used to insult or hurt anyone, so please by all means use alternate names to protect the innocent! HA

Check out the First Post, "Just Like That...." to understand how I came up with this name!

Happy Posting!

Janelle

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Ish on MY Lip!

Sooooooooooo, my same friend that put me on to Internet in post #1 had me start with Yahoo. After hearing this story you would think I would've learned my lesson. This story is from several years back, but still horribly funny nevertheless.

Again, I met this guy on the Internet. Nice profile picture, seems cool, yada yada yada. We agree to meet at a Starbucks by my house one day after work.

I show up first, big dark sunglasses on (thank goodness), and I'm sipping on my Frappicino waiting for dude. So this guy walks up and all I see is a GIGANTIC pussy, gross, nasty looking thing on his lip. That.... on his lip had some ..... on his lip. And not only did he have this monstrosity on his lip, he had the nerve to have like lip gloss on it or something.

So he sits down and all I can focus on is his lip. I tell him I have to go to the bathroom and excuse myself. I call my girlfriend in the bathroom, freaking out, and ask for advice on how to get the hell outta there quickly.

I return back to the table, tell him I have to leave because I have to rush home and do some stuff for work.

And just like that, I was saved from having some ish on my lip. Thank you GOD!!!!!!!


I HATE DATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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