Chase (v): To follow rapidly in order to catch (this could pertain to my career), to go and follow in pursuit (I think I’ll assign this to love)

I wish I had a PhD in life, unfortunately I don’t. It’s a hard thing to do and being an independent woman in Boston doesn’t make it any easier; I’m a triple A, work till I drop, laugh a lot because I can, walk fast, talk fast kinda girl. I do it all and I do it in 5 inch heels.

You would think navigating a career and a new relationship while breaking the age barrier of 30 would be as easy as getting home in a timely manner during a sox-yankees series (this ladies and gents is sarcasm at its finest). However it is not and I am stumbling through this cray cray life one day at a time with a iPhone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

These are my daily musings; my everyday observations. I am here to rave, rant , tell my stories and perhaps laugh at those times when wine and over priced shoes, tears just aren’t enough.

So what happens after you caught Prince Charming? You could say I’m still Chasing Boston.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Episode 4: “Yes, Just One”

I must admit, my job is pretty amazing; yes I work long hours, and sleeping is something I have only heard about and lord only knows when I had a regular eating schedule, but I have perks. One of those was cashed in this weekend as I had a site visit to Bermuda for a June wedding.

“Welcome to the Mandarin at Elbow Beach” ahhhh sweet words to my ears. I honestly could not have lucked out with a better event. Not only is the client AH.MAZ.ING, but were are hosting the wedding in utter paradise. I have never seen more beautiful water and the island is run by the British… me some accents.

As I checked in I was asked the question that is asked to every guest: “One Key or Two” my reply: “Just one please”. You would have thought I walked into a room full of Divos wearing a pair of last year flats.

“You don’t want two? What will your boyfriend use” (hmmm I thought I can’t even get a date, let alone a solid dating life that could potentially lead to monogamous relationship with a man who I could refer to as my boyfriend.) nope, just me…..just one. “Aww, but you’re so pretty”, you don’t have a boyfriend or husband” No, none of that (cue annoyed /embarrassed laughter) “well that’s too bad”

Is it?, I thought, Is it really too bad? The only bad thing about my situation is that I am face to face with a constant reminder that I am still single, still fabulous and still…..just one. Even on a tropical Island, I couldn’t escape the single girl complex.

I guess it didn’t really hit me until I walked into the Gardenia Suite (think the most amazing hotel room you have ever seen and times it by a pair of Christian Louboutins) and I suddenly realized that I am all alone, with no one to share it with and no one to call…….so what’s a girl do to?? I immediately got undressed, jumped on the bed, drew and AMAZING bath in this huge tub in the middle of my bathroom and ordered room service. Who needs a boyfriend when you have a gourmet hot dog a phone call away??

After my evening of “girly time” I had to remember that I was there for one important reason
So here’s to planning an amazing wedding, and waking up next to a British Accent……

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