Girls with Boyfriends are Boring

Author: Single. Approachable. Girl.
November 29, 2012

When was the last time you saw a romantic comedy (or even just a comedy) where the lead girl had a boyfriend? How about a sitcom? I’m sure they’re out there (is that show Whitney doing well?), but there’s a reason single girls are the preferred heroines…

Girls with boyfriends are boring.


At least that’s what I realized after I posted my last entry. adidas messi 2017 I lost two Facebook likes and received no answers to my question.

I get it. I’m not offended. My readers come here expecting fun single stories. louboutin femme Not sappy boyfriend stories. The only thing more boring than a girl with a boyfriend is a girl who’s married. At least girls with kids can share crazy kid quotes/anecdotes. Girls with boyfriends/husbands just have stories about going out to dinner and obsessing about the progression of their relationship.

Here’s the deal. I’m fine with it. I had my time in the sun. Single life was fun and the dates made for good blog fodder, but it’s time for me to be a bit of a snoozer. Now, instead of saying yes to every date request, I have to find non-awkward ways to let guys know I have a boyfriend. Recently, a guy I met before boyfriend-hood texted me and asked if I wanted to get drinks. I replied that I had “acquired a boyfriend.”

OK. So maybe I haven’t mastered the non-awkward part.

I also have the challenge of being sensitive to another person’s needs. Last week I unexpectedly held him captive at my sister’s house for the entire day and I booked a couples trip to Mexico without consulting with him. I may have some work to do on this front as well.

Meanwhile, I’ll do my best not to bore you with BF stories as I figure out the next chapter of this blog.

P.S. It’s Hot Shy Guy – not that anyone asked.

Unsolicited flower delivery! From…

Author: Single. Approachable. Girl.
October 19, 2010

On Friday, I came back to work from lunch to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk.

I took a moment of pause because in all my years of working I have never received unsolicited flowers. In fact, the two times I’ve received flowers were when I had a death in the family and when my now ex-boyfriend reluctantly sent me carnations in a wicker basket after I told him to send me flowers (he had really messed up). (btw – the carnations didn’t help his cause).

So there I was at a major moment in my career (dating and work) looking at these gorgeous long-stemmed flowers…


As I picked up the card my mind immediately went to Ex-Coworker Guy. In all fairness, flowers after two dodged kisses might just be his style. Of course, that would make me an even bigger a-hole for writing my last post.

The only other person I’ve even been hanging out with recently is Hot Shy Guy and I was fairly certain they could not be from him - especially since I had, unfortunately, called it quits with him 4 days earlier.

I haven’t written about HSG since I learned he knew about the blog, so allow me to bring you back into the fold with a little background…


The decision to have “the talk’ with HSG was really difficult. He has an amazing heart and I really like him on all the most basic levels, but I had to admit to myself that we weren’t progressing toward a relationship – and likely wouldn’t in the near future.


When it came time to actually tell him, I danced around the truth for a while until he finally forced me to say, “I don’t think we should hang out anymore.” It was really hard to admit. For the first time in a very long time, I felt heartbroken. I cried.

(Cut back to the flowers)

Who sent them? Overwhelmingly thoughful Ex-Coworker Guy? Recently released Hot Shy Guy? Or (worst case) my mother? (Ha. As much as I love you, mom, that wouldn’t be very blog-worthy)

Sorry – this is serious.

I opened the card…

Hi [S.A.G.],


I just wanted to say that I would be really lucky to be friends with you. I didn’t want you to cry on the phone, or now, but I’d be excited to continue the friendship.


- [HSG]


I was speechless. This was the first tangible token of affection from HSG and and it was perfect.

Four days later and the flowers are still as beautiful as ever and my heart aches a little when I look at them. My coworkers keep asking me, “Are you sure you made the right decision?”

At least for the near future, I know I did. Sometimes people come into our lives and we’re not quite sure what do to with them. We know they are important and we want them to fit a defined role, but it’s simply not taking.

I don’t know if HSG and I will remain friends, but I sure hope so. I’ve never heard of a boy sending “let’s be friends” flowers after a break-up, but I can only imagine that’s the kind of boy you want in your life.

Honesty. I, for one, feel better.

Author: Single. Approachable. Girl.
August 8, 2010

I dragged HSG to hot yoga today. Not sure why I thought it would be a good idea to give my dater a front-row seat to me sweating profusely, but I knew it would make him feel better since he’s been under the weather.

After class we were starving (and insanely sweaty) and so I offered that we take showers at my place and then go out to eat.

The problem was that I had plans to clean my apartment today and so my place was not in good “come use my shower” condition. I have white tiles on my bathroom floor and if you’ve ever had a white-tile floor in dusty/dirty-air Los Angeles, you know they are a huge mistake.

So when we got to my place I hurried into the bathroom with some paper towels and surface spray and started wiping down the bathroom floor. It was very Monica, from friends.


HSG: If you’re worried about a little dirt on the floor, you must be horrified by my place.

S.A.G.: No I’m not.

(uncomfortable pause)

That was a lie. I have actually been considering writing a blog about his apartment titled, “Don’t turn the lights on.”

Not one to lie, I followed my original answer.

S.A.G.: Well…(still wiping down the floor to avoid making eye contact)…what I mean is, I’m not horrified by it because I don’t have to live there.

HSG: Ha. Word.

If honesty is the basis of a good relationship, I think we’re off to a good start.