Friends, coffee, and all the single ladies...

I keep expecting my life to either turn into Sex and the City or some really terrible romantic comedy.

First of all, I am in this group of three friends that I hang out with in Macon--Shannon, Maxine, and myself. We frequently meet in coffee shops, go bargain shopping (or just trying on ridiculous outfits) together, and basically gallivant around middle Georgia. Shannon, I suppose you could say, is like Charlotte. Eventually she is going to meet a nice Jewish boy and get married. Maxine is a writer, so now I suppose she has to be Carrie. I'm an irascible person terrible at functional relationships who's a lesbian in real life. I suppose this makes me Miranda. Okay, so we don't fit the character stereotypes, but the idea is still there: we're a group of single ladies drinking coffee, eating classy salads, and basically just tearing apart the streets of middle Georgia looking for something to do. And despite what relationship situations may or may not befall us, we've got each other.

...yeah, cue the cheesy friendship music.

I have to admit, though--it's nice to have a group of currently-single friends that you can go around town with and complain about how complicated (or non-existent) your love life is with. It's kind of nice to know that I can still have fun with friends now that everyone is pairing off. Which brings me to my next point:

Single people seem to be a dying breed.

Seriously. Nearly everyone in my life has had a relationship in the past three months or is currently in one. Or is about to be in one. Regardless, there are options there and experiences to be had. I hate to complain, but why am I not a part of this statistic?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, eventually it'll happen. But in the meantime, where'd the single ladies go? I'm not just trying to find ones to date (though that'd be nice), but ones to be friends with on group date nights. I'm not saying my friends are going to abandon me--they're excellent and already plan not to do so--but sitting at that coffee table with two other members of that dying population, the three of us joked about our lives turning at that moment into a cheesy romantic comedy. You know, Shannon, who is tied with me in clumsiness, would spill coffee on someone and end up dating him after she nursed his second degree burns. Hipster boy would notice Maxine's Swedish-winter-prostitute boots and it'd be love at first sight. The other middle Georgia lesbian would walk into Barnes and Noble--

Oh wait, that happened. She was with her girlfriend.

Regardless, here's the point: it'll happen when it happens, but in the meantime, it's nice to have your single friends to make it easier. As Sex and the City dictated, your friends are the ones that'll get you through the both being single and the soap opera that is being in a relationship. End cheesy post here.

That being said, I'm calling for an endangered species list for single people.