Realization

As i lay here watching Sex and the City, I realize that I'm alone. Plain and simple. Totally alone. One of my favorite sayings lately has become "Is the juice worth the squeeze?" Well, i do believe that being alone is exactly what i have been needing. Im strong, stubborn, and deserving of a good man. A man that... i don't know. Is actually a man. But i have yet to figure out that species. Ive been subjecting myself so long to boy and their cheap little toys that I never realized how may other great opportunities there were out there. For once I have the urge to go out to a high profile event and put what my mother forced down my throat to use. Use my body, my intelligence and my smile to use to snag me a good man. some would say i was too young, and truthfully, if I were one of the older female spectators i would be vehementing once i saw myself walk through the door.
I have found this new form of dating, it feels as if i have crossed into a secret society of men and woman that I some how had over looked when i was writing my 'what i wanna do when i grow up' paper in kindergarten.
I am about to become the woman that my mother always wanted me to be. but on my own terms...