So here’s the thing. I grew up a very overweight kid on Long Island. Being a fat girl is no picnic. In fact, it’s pretty horrible. I was bullied, called names, etc. Even my family would say things, of course meaning well, but more hurtful than helpful. So I had very little confidence or self esteem. Even if boys liked me, which they did ’cause I have a ‘pretty face’, I didn’t know how to handle them. So I usually rebuffed unknowingly. It really wasn’t until after I had my son (and yes, I was married at this point) that I discovered my inner awesomeness. All of a sudden my body was something to be glorified rather than vilified. It made life! I had a newfound swagger. So when my marriage ended and I realized dating would be in my future, I got serious about my health and started exercising regularly.
I’ve been working out anywhere from 3-6 days a week now for 6 years. This is now a part of my life. And I’m in the best shape of my life, to boot. And as anyone who’s ever exercised will tell you, it gives you confidence. So, you take an attractive woman and finally give her a body she’s earned — nay worked for — add in smarts, sass and humor, and well, I’m just too fucking awesome to find a mate. Seriously. There’s no guy in NY who’s good enough. You can call me conceited. You can call me delusional. But the fact is, I work hard to be awesome. I perfect my body and my mind, and all I ask is for someone to do the same. So when people ask me (all the time!) how I don’t have a boyfriend and why I’m still single, the truth is, I’m not settling for anything less than awesome.