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A letter to my not so happy single self
And all my still not so happy single ladies
A day prior to my birthday, I was drinking cocktails, under the Baja, Mexico starry night laughing with new friends, one of which is a very respectable and famous musician. As I was preparing to leave back to my hotel room — he said to me in a low, inquisitive voice:
“You know you are a very special lady; beautiful, full of life, smart and funny. How come you are single?”
The question made me cringe.
While most of my friends are getting married and having babies, I was deleting and reinstalling dating apps, questioning myself every day a little more about why I am alone.
What is wrong with me? How come most of my friends found love and I can’t seem to come close to it? This letter is for me, but also for you, if you are single and sweating it.
Dear Jessica,
“There is something wrong with you,”
you tell yourself at night when you look over the destination wedding invite of your 28 year old friend from college. How come you are older and have no #myotherhalf photos to post on instagram? By now, you may have replaced your fairytale wedding dreams, with nightmares of being 80 and alone, still counting the things that are wrong with you.
