Last night I got stoned and took a bubble bath with Kundera. Then I fell asleep on the couch with Robert Redford. I woke up this morning and had coffee with a few episodes of Sex and the City. It's a beautiful morning...

So I was thinking... I think my biggest problem with the idea of moving out to a small town has a lot to do with the fact that it really is a small town. I think about meeting someone and I think about how all I really want in a relationship is a guy who's crazy about me. I want to answer my phone to a voice telling me "I just can't stop thinking about you" or something equally as intriguing and passionate. I don't know if moving to a small town is going to facilitate me meeting anyone and that is beyond depressing. How do people in small towns meet anyone beyond those they know from their younger years.

I think of small town love and I think of that couple that met in high school and ended up together forever with two kids and a white picket fence. What happened to the girl who never met that guy junior year? I'll tell you. She went away to college, moved to a city, widened the prospects and the gene pool. Well, I didn't meet my guy in high school. I went to college and still didn't meet him (well, I thought I did but... ) and now facing a life that consists of those I have already met with a life and a job forcing me to a smaller town, I have to wonder if all of it is productive toward a romantic life. I'd rather have great sex and be happy than have a job that pays for the occasional new pair of shoes (which I plan to buy for myself later today actually). What's wrong with wanting more out of life? I'm not saying that I need a man to be satisfied in life, but damn, it sure would be nice.

My job won't be forever. And I know more than the next girl that great guys come and go in life. I guess I should just be content with the fact that I'm not sold to spinsterhood just yet.