my thoughts exactly...

My main going-out girlfriend, K, is now seeing someone; which means I am not seeing much of her anymore. She's one of those taurean women that totally gets lost in the guy. Yeah, it sucks out loud. The guy that she is seeing, S, is one of those shy, asocial, musician types who falls in love too quickly, and hence gets mowed over by every girlfriend he has. He told K that he loved her after a week. A week! That's totally nuts to me. He also eats his fries with a spoon. He is referred to at work and "spoon fry guy." My brother actually went to HS with him. He says he was super weird back then, too. People don't really ever change.So, needless to say, Santa Fe night life has been missing me. Yeah, right. After 5 months here, I am starting to see the same people over and over again. The guys that I scroll through on match.com when I am bored at work-yeah, I see them all over town. However, I think the pickup line, "so, how long have you been on match.com? I like the part about you being a "restauranteur," loving your mother and liking to dance to funk music in your kitchen all VERY interesting" could come off as a little scary. It would totally freak me out if some stranger came up to me and knew shit about me. Which is why I will never show my face on match.com. Actually, visiting match.com just makes me more depressed, because if those are the guys to pick from, I'm gouging my eyes out. I feel terrible now. It's just that so many of them look like serial killers.All I hear from native Santa feans is that"it's so hard to meet people here if you're single." Great. That's always what I like to hear. It's also what I've heard in every single place I've lived. People think its the place. I think it's much more accurate to say, "oh you're almost 30? Well, good luck, cause you have an expiration date fastly approaching." Yes, that date on which, once passed, you go from cute, professional single goddess to "that old cat lady." That is why I am never getting a cat again. I don't know if this is also why, when I go to the grocery store, I refuse to push the big cart. I always get the smaller cart or the hand-held basket-which cuts off circulation to your hands if you put anything other than bread and cheese into it. However, I will take the pain over looking like a soccer mom-or an old cat lady.