Okay I admit, this self proclaimed Independent Belle spends a little time daydreaming of Prince Charming, even if right now my definition of bliss includes a large enough 401(k) to retire early and an evening at Stuart Weitzman rather than “happily ever after“. Fact is, we’ve probably already met “Mr. Right” only he went by another name. Maybe you called him “Mr. Bad Timing”, “Mr. Needy”, or my favorite, “Mr. Just-A-Friend”. See, I think in a world where we’re constantly striving for perfection, we look for it in someone else even though we willingly acknowledge our own flaws. Ultimately we know that perfection is a relative term and more importantly, not possible 100% of the time. Personally, I’ve only met one man (aka Captain America) who has even gotten remotely close but fate intervened, (in the form of his employer), and transferred him to Europe… and there’s certainly nothing perfect about that. :-)
As a result of this fixation on perfection, many of us end up doing 1 of 2 things, 1. Come to grips with the reality that a “Mr. Designer” doesn’t exist and therefore settle for that which appears to be designer quality but soon malfunctions and reveals major flaws… i.e. “Mr. Knockoff”, or 2. Avoid the situation altogether and instead indulge ourselves in pretty shoes, gadgets, heavy workloads, little black dresses, FOOD, more food, and Cosmos topped off with bottles of Prosecco to wash it all down and make it all go away. You name it, chances are we’ve all been there and done it, and I can assure you stick figure sisters are no exception. The problem is, neither of these options benefit us!
Does it seem easier to continue to give “Mr. Right Now” time we know he’s not worthy of when we could be spending it doing a variety of other things less disruptive to our personal lives? Or better yet, is it O.K. that the only man showing up at our door on a regular basis is the Pizza Delivery Boy? I know, it all seems a little extreme when put this way. The fact is, whether we’re settling for an unfulfilling relationship or stuffing our faces and closets… we’re cheating ourselves because we aren’t living our lives in a way that makes us happy.
Here is what I propose: for my fellow Belles who are about to give their first kiss of the decade to “Mr. Right Now” … go on and get your kiss girlfriends but afterwards make a commitment to yourself that you will not compromise your standards for fear of losing someone you love. Do not stand for any treatment that you wouldn’t want for your sister, niece, best friend, etc. And finally, pursue something that makes you genuinely happy and can remain entirely your own so you always keep perspective on your sense of self.
And for my fellow Belles who will be ringing in the New Year being fabulous and single… don’t forget to mingle. Make a commitment to yourself to put yourself out there, even if it means feeling a little vulnerable at first. If you’re tired of the same 2 bars in your 3 road town, get online! Personally, I feel like the South is filled with tons of beautiful and intelligent women who have a handful of eligible bachelors to pick from. This results in that handful of guys losing their grip on reality and thinking it’s acceptable to treat women like daily soup specials. This, Belles, automatically makes that handful of guys a perfect example of “Mr. Knock Off”. They look good, but they don’t know how to act! Don’t limit yourself to a 10 mile radius if 6 of it is farm land… the only way you’ll meet someone new is if his car breaks down on the side of the road. Instead, make it a team effort, confide in a friend and start your search together so you’ll have something new to dish about, hence a reason to get out of the house and meet for a drink once a week!
The bottom line is, we have to stop daydreaming and start living. If there is an area of life that you’ve neglected while focusing on other goals, it’s time to play catch up. Personally, I’ve spent a huge amount of energy and time focused on my professional life the past few years. I even wonder at times if my success is a disadvantage for me in the dating scene. Is my selection limited to men who can’t stand on their own two feet, begging me to take them on like a new project OR men who are equally successful, but emotionally unavailable. Highly unlikely, but who knows the answers to any of our questions if we don’t get out there and find them ourselves?!
Come on Belles, say farewell to the Pizza Boy and trash that old wannabe, “Mr. Knock Off”. Let’s make ourselves available to the lucky guy that is waiting for our fabulous ass to walk into his life!



