I suppose the title of my blog is somewhat inaccurate. I really can't be considered a girl anymore. I'm 33 and counting but sometimes I feel like (and to quote the walking disaster Britney Spears) "not yet a woman." Well, I'm a woman, if you know what I mean, but sometimes it seems like my maturity level and responsibility could be kicked up quite a few notches.

For instance, I still live with roommates. Two of them. One fabulous, one anal-retentive. Both twentysomething. The apartment and location are the true appeal of roommate living and also the fact that I cannot afford to live on my own in the style that I have grown accustomed too. What I am accustomed to is living in Boston, walking anywhere I want and commuting to work in under 15 minutes. Living alone would be living far out in the 'burbs and taking the commuter rail to work each morning. It's not a horrible alternative but one that I plan on doing without for a while longer.

Also, I am one of few of my group of friends that I graduated college with that is still single and without any real prospect of that changing. At 33, most of my friends are married, engaged, pregnant or already have a few offspring. I don't even have pet, not even a Chia Pet. I suppose it sounds like I equate maturity with marriage and family - I really don't. I know enough idiots that are married and behave like moronic 13 yr olds. However, it just seems like I would feel less like a aimless, wandering soul if I had something or someone to ground me.

Oh and another reason - I still hang out and socialize like I'm 21. While fun...it's getting progressively more difficult to recover from hangovers - what is up with that?!? I now get a day to two day reminder of all the wine and alcohol I consumed in a short period of time. I used to be fine after a couple of hours and a greasy breakfast... Ah, memories...

As I mentioned earlier, I'm single with no real prospects. The blame for lack of prospects lays at my feet. I just unsubscribed from a popular dating website. I wish I had signed up for the offer of "find love in 6 months or the next 6 months are free." I did not find love in the 6 plus monthsI was on the site - and wasted lots of $$. I did find some lust and some disgust, but love was clearly not around. My pictures were decent, my profile was sweet and sincere and yet it was loserville in the prospects arena. Why did 50 year men think that we would match when I stated I was looking at a max age of 37?? My mom is only 51 for pete's sake...and for those of you doing the math...yep, I was a surprise! I decided that my profile was too earnest and went for the more sarcastic and funny vibe. That fell pretty flat. So I've given up. Not that I ever really gave it my all. I could never shake the notion that the process was contrived and similar to shopping at the Gap online, everything looks and sounds the same. Plus, my romantic side - which I'll deny vehemently if confronted - couldn't handle it. I was still looking for that "moment" when I fell madly in love with someone I met in say the grocery store or bumped into on the sidewalk or the one hope that I still harbor, someone from my past.

Well, I've rambled enough - suppose I should get back to work. Only 3 1/2 hours until the weekend!!!