Hi everybody, my name is Erin and I'm from NY. I'm a full-time office worker, a part-time graduate student and more often than not, single and fierce.
I love comedians, libraries, 80's movies and of course, the Yankees. Since my life is full of books, bars, friends, and fun- - my ideal guy needs to keep up with me in all these areas. My turn offs are guys obsessed with the gym, their car or a country they don't live in.
I date a lot, but never for very long. My breakup ritual is to hide in my room and watch countless episodes of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Sex and the City.” Thankfully, 'Independent Erin' always emerges no more than a week later ready to take on the world. After all, being single is fun and much better than being in an unhappy relationship. I'm willing to wait to find the right guy, and having a lot of fun in the process.
Some of my finer qualities include drunken text messages, jumping to conclusions, and always wanting what I can’t have.

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Hello my Single and Fierce Ladies and Gentlemen!
This will be my last post for S&F. Its been a blast and I hope that you've had as much fun reading my stories as I have had telling them.
While no blog could ever explain the full story of any dater - - I did my best to choose relatable anecdotes that I feel are typical of women of my age. Many of us are just starting out on our own, beginning new jobs or still stuck in our old ones. We work all day and yet somehow fit in graduate school at night. We teeter on the brink of full-blown adulthood while still yearning for our college sleep schedule and workload. It's not an easy transition and through it all we are still trying to find our 'someone'.
How do we find them when we are still trying to perfect who we are?


We usually move out to AVOID these situations...
I've always been a rather private person. Growing up with three older
brothers and having a cop for a father wasn't easy. Early on I decided
to keep my romantic life personal and was careful never to divulge any news of a new guy. Just for the sake of it, I kept this tradition until my mid-twenties. I was used to it, for it had become my way of life.
That is, until a parade of misunderstandings revealed it all.


I threw together a little get-together and somehow incidentally invited everyone in the universe. I had managed to pretty much invite every guy I've ever dated -- I even invited the guy I met at my roommates wedding, who lives two hours away and seemed willing to make the trip.
I had mixed emotions about this thinking that it was either hysterical or had potential for disaster. I joked with my friends that I should just gather them up and do a group dismissal, letting them all know why it didn't work out. I'm not really sure how I ended up remaining friends with them all but I guess that's a good thing. But I wasn't sure what I would do when the long chain of "You remember this guy right? I dated him right after you -- you found out when you saw us in the bar together? Good times, you two have a lot of catching up to do. I need to mingle."
Somehow I always craft these awkward situations for myself.


Why is it that we always want what we can't have?
Okay, so it didn't work out. It happens. So we pick up and we move on. And the best way to get over someone is to get your mind off of him completely. And the best way to do that -- is at a wedding. (Actually, not really, but when your roommate is getting married and you're invited, you fit it into your 'moving on' plan.)
Luckily, I have the best guy friend in the whole world and he always accompanies me to these events.
If we were smart, we'd marry each other but then I don't know who we'd turn to for advice.


My list of could-have-been boyfriends is a mile long but there are very few who've ever earned the title.
Most of the time it's me, I just don't see enough potential to carry on and so they receive my standard excuses of too busy or worse, the cold-hearted phase out. Other times however, I feel like everything is going fine and then ka-boom. It all falls apart. Like this last guy I've been seeing.
You remember him, right? I dropped a whole cup of water on him at the bar. Then we went on a date and I choked on my turkey burger.


If you have to get through six bad days to get to the one good day - it's just not worth it.
It's fun to people watch. To sit in Central Park or Union Square, or anywhere really - and sip coffee and look around. To forget your place in the world, while admiring others and their place in it, can be an enlightening experience. Since this is one of my favorite past times, I decided to put it to good use. Though out of the park and in my own life, I sat back, put my single goggles on - and took a good look at these curious creatures, in relationships.
I found three cases I would like to highlight:


The past two weeks have been pretty eventful. I'm still in my 'its great being single' mode and I'm trying to see where that takes me. Let me catch you up.
The guy in the red shirt from the bar a couple weeks ago is now out of the running. A friend and I ran into him while we were out last week and it started out with decent conversation. He's a schoolteacher and this I liked to hear. Chances are he's somewhat responsible and can probably tell me who fought in the war of 1812. (United States and Great Britain -- FYI.) He also likes to travel, which is a huge plus. After about an hour though I realized he was only talking about himself. He was his favorite subject. Always bragging about how he and his friends go all-out for everything. "WE GO BIG" was this slogan he kept repeating. After about an hour of the self-love that he was spewing at me, I was aching to leave.


When it rains, it pours.
First I must say this never happens. The only reasoning I can come up with is that I had earlier that day been proclaiming my love of being single and wonderment at how anyone could want to be held down in a relationship. As Pink sings, I had a new attitude and I was wearing it that night.
The folklore of the part of New York I'm from goes -- "you're too far from NYC to have much of anything to do -- and too close to it to SAY you have nothing to do." So as per usual on a Friday night, my BFF and I went to the bar and took along with us two guys friends we always have fun with. I wasn't even in the mingling state of mind, I was having way too much fun telling stories and taking funny pictures with my friends. We headed over to the bar and everyone got their drinks. I asked for water, it was going to be a long night and I wanted to pace myself.
As I start to walk away from the bar, my friends lock me into the Night at the Roxbury dance where they bump their unknowing victim from side to side. I'm startled, I'm flung, and I've landed on a complete stranger. My water splashed all over him. I'm now mortified and apologizing profusely. "It's only water. I'm sorry! They Night at the Roxbury'd me. It's only water!"
Thankfully he's smiling and he's kind of cute.

I think one of the most important things to keep in mind when being single is to have a sense of humor.
Some people get really serious about finding Mr. Right and don't enjoy the process of dating and the adventure of finding the right person. A lot of my friends have been in long-term relationships by now or are getting married, but I still don't feel the urgency. The way I see it, I still have a lot of really close friends who haven't abandoned me for a life of coupledom, so I'm not at all lonely. Plus, I'm still in grad school, on my way to becoming whatever I'm going to end up being, so is it really plausible to find Mr. Right, right now? Probably not.
Keep reading for some of Erin's favorite pick-up lines and why she hates boyfried-aholics.


In the early stages of relationships we let a lot of things slide that maybe we should pay more attention to. For example, sneaking off to make phone calls, maybe way too many late nights at the office, you get the idea. In my case it was a little different.
They said my new boyfriend was intimidating, but I didn't believe them. A United States Marine with a history of impressive firearms awards? Nope! To me it sounded more like that Jason Bourne fantasy I hadn't yet gotten around to fulfilling. So I gave it a try.