Disclaimer: I feel like complaining!

I often don't complain about this because overall, I'm content, but lately I'm getting sick of this...being single. Seriously...what happened to all the good guys? Yes, I know, I know, they are either married or gay is the saying I always hear. But honestly. I'm 27 years old. I really am overall content with where my life is and what I've achieved in my life, but there are days like today where I wish I had someone. I wish I had that person to just lay on the couch and enjoy a day of football. I wish I had that person that I could just say "hey want to go get some dinner" and head off. I wish I had that person that after a really rough day at work, I could go home knowing his arms were there for a hug and a "everything is going to be okay."

I went to dinner a couple weeks ago with a friend I've known for quite some time (over 5 years). We were discussing being single and the frustrations of most of our friends being married and some having children. I'm sick of getting wedding invitations that say "Amy and guest." I don't do the bar thing, I don't do the clubbing thing.

I remind myself that I am a strong, independent person who has accomplished a lot on her own. Is that the problem? I am not ashamed of being independent or being a huge sports fan or being able to live by myself, but there are days....like today....where I just wish I had that someone. I don't think I'm asking for much either. I just want someone who is sure of himself, has a sense of humor, is honest, and can handle some sarcasm. Okay, so there's more than that, but I don't think I should have to lower my standards to find that someone. I'm also not someone who thinks there is that one perfect person for me...I believe there are potentially lots of them, but I apparently just am nowhere close to finding of them.

Anyway, so today I complain. Tomorrow I know I will wake up and move along like I always do. And as much as people will comment on how strong am I or how independent I am, I know that there are times when I come home and wish I didn't have to be.

I did put a disclaimer before reading this, but I feel better. I complained. I'm not perfect.