def. An inflammatory condition caused by dwelling on the negative aspects of being single. Symptoms include, but are not limited to, loneliness, anger, depression, jealousy and meaningless relationships to fill the void when pity parties become the extent of your social life.This condition may become chronic with age and often leads to a sense of desperation, hopelessness and fear of being alone forever.
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My Indie Girl Diary
My heart feels all warm and gooey right now. Last time I felt this way was circa 2000. But my body remembers vividly this deliciously tortuous feeling when hours of productivity are squandered away daydreaming, dissecting the meaning of each moment spent together and living in anticipation of the next time. I’m such a girl.
So here I am, chronically single and forced to rely upon mere fate to find love in my natural habitat. And as bleak as on-line dating felt, the odds of meeting someone on my own seems, dare I say, hopeless. Cue the violins. Cue the single-itis. With OkCupid, at least I felt like I had an agent working for me, even if their representation sucked...
After minimal hours of sleep and a strong cup of coffee by my side, I clocked in at my new full-time job: cultivating a love connection on OkCupid. It required the labor intensive tasks of sorting though and scrutinizing profiles and quiver connections to see if anyone peaked my interest or titillated my ego.
In my experience, on-line dating seems to be populated with guys who aren't really looking for a “love” connection, even if they claim to be. What they’re really looking for is sex. But who can blame them? They’ve got an entire database of equally desperate and horny women ready to raise their skirts at the mere flattery of a virtual wink.
At this point, I didn’t care if I’d be meeting him for the first time dressed in some matchy-matchy Lululemon get-up, with my hair in a ponytail and still sweating from my Redcord class. Oh, I’d be sure to look “effortlessly cute”, mind you, but I wasn’t gonna invest any real time and energy in trying to impress my “imaginary boyfriend” with a fab outfit and a cute hairdo. Nope, I planned on being just cute enough to make him curious...
My Indie Girl Dates
This Indie Girl needed a bat cave. A sexy hideaway to swirl whiskey around my tongue, rendezvous with my thoughts and avail myself to coy flirtation. An unpretentious spot to reminisce over the curated sounds of old school hip-hop, soul and R&B; the unforgettable hits that served as the soundtrack of my life.