The Jig Is Up

Something hit me today. Literally half an hour ago. And I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to finally grasp the concept.

I am no longer single.

I know what you’re thinking. “Hello, you’ve been married a year now and are about to have a baby. It’s taken you this long to realize you’re not single anymore?”

It’s not that I’ve been acting like a swinging singleton this whole time Dman and I have been seriously committed to each other. It’s just that I’ve never really thought about it, in the whole nail-in-the-coffin-of-your-single-life way. I’ve been happily newly-wedded and knocked-up and haven’t given it much of a second thought.

So what triggered this not-so-revealing revelation? The Twilight books. (Groan. I know it’s pathetic.)

Reading these teen romances and subsequently surfing the net about the dreamy Robert Pattinson (aka Edward Cullen) shocked me into awareness that I’m not going to be going to some bar in New York anytime soon to try to seduce some famous model-actor who plays a vampire for a living. Oh the humanity!

Robert Pattinson

Hottie Robert Pattinson

Because I’ll explain something about single life in Manhattan when you’re young, kind of dumb and just looking to have some fun. That kind of thing—finding hot guys and/or celebrities to hook up with—isn’t that difficult to do. Stupid, maybe, but not difficult. And although I put that lifestyle behind me a few years ago, I guess some habits do die hard. (Plus, I’ve always had a thing for vampires…)

Anyway, it’s not regret so much as a bit of wistfulness as I transform into this brand new creature called “Mom.” I think I’m figuring out how to finally let go of my sometimes-sordid, sometimes-exciting and sometimes-lonely single life. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s actually mainly good and I’m probably happier now than I’ve ever been.

But to all my single ladies out there, do it up. I’m living vicariously through you now!