…and we have a laugh and the kissing’s really good and there’s no-one getting in the way of the laughing and the kissing. Is that too much to ask?”
- Sarra Manning

I feel like I only come here anymore when Frodo throws me a curveball. No, I’m still not seeing him. And there’s no one in between either. I’ve been to Vegas and back, lost another ten lbs and everyone is “amazed” at how hot I look now (as opposed to before when apparently, I looked like crap). But the bf situation is still gone and I don’t know what to do about it.
I wrote this post two months ago and I hate how it still applies and it never changes ever. I feel like I’ve come such a long way from when I started this blog but I’m still nowhere at all.
Three years ago I was large, in love with my high school crush, only friends with high school people, had low self-confidence, jobless, couldn’t figure out what I wanted to with my life and struggling to impress everyone…
Now I’m small(er), over that bastard, friends with a group of different types of people, have better confidence, have a good job, finishing my degree and done with impressing anyone but myself.
But as far as men go, I’m still nowhere and I know I keep whining about the same crap over and over again but, seriously, life? If you’re hearing me, I’d at least like options. You can dangle it in front of my nose whatever. At least it would still be there. Right now I have nothing and it’s really depressing.
I want a dateable guy. Even if it doesn’t end up working out. I just want someone to call, to text, to think about… right now all I have is Frodo and I’m sick of pining over something I can’t have again.

EDIT: Honestly, don’t even bother commenting on this. This is just a stupid rant that’s like all my stupid rant and we know what’ll happen in the end anyway… absolutely nothing.

Song of the Sea, a Cappella and Unanswered
By ANDREW C. REVKIN
Published: December 21, 2004

Imagine roaming the world’s largest ocean year after year alone, calling out with the regularity of a metronome, and hearing no response.

Such, apparently, is the situation faced by a solitary whale, species unknown, that has been tracked since 1992 in the North Pacific by a classified array of hydrophones used by the Navy to monitor enemy submarines.

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The animal is called the 52 hertz whale because it makes a distinctive stream of sounds at around that basso profundo frequency, just above the lowest note on a tuba.

Its sonic signature is clearly that of a whale, but nothing like the normal voice of the giant blue or the next biggest species, the fin, or any other whale for that matter, said Mary Ann Daher, a marine biologist at the Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution on Cape Cod.

Ms. Daher is part of a team built by Dr. William A. Watkins, a pioneer in marine mammal acoustics who died in September, that has spent years trying to eavesdrop on the largely hidden lives of whales.

In the current edition of the journal Deep-Sea Research, members of this team report that all signs are that the sounds come from a single animal, whose movements “appeared to be unrelated to the presence or movement of other whale species.”

The 52 hertz whale may be maturing, since its voice has deepened slightly over time, Ms. Daher said. A gallery of sounds, including the call of 52 hertz, can be heard at www.pmel.noaa.gov/vents/acoustics/spectrograms.html.

Team members and other experts have proposed a host of explanations for the whale sounds, among them that the animal is malformed or, most likely, is a hybrid of a blue whale and another species.

Ms. Daher said that as word of the paper has spread, she has gotten a host of e-mail messages, some from whale lovers lamenting the notion of a lonely heart of the cetacean world. Some messages have come from deaf people speculating that the whale might share their disability.

Dr. Kate Stafford, a researcher at the National Marine Mammal Laboratory in Seattle, said there were reasons to believe that the whale was healthy.

“The fact that this individual has been capable of existing in that harsh environment for at least these 12 years indicates there is nothing wrong with it,” she said. But she agreed that there was something poignant about the finding.

“He’s saying, ‘Hey I’m out here,’ ” she said. “Well, nobody is phoning home.”

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So to make sure that this post isn’t a total failure, I decided to post some links of new single/unexperienced bloggers who have been lurking around my blog in the past few months or that I’ve found unexpectedly. When my regularly read blogs aren’t being updated, I like reading stuff related to virginity/being single so I’d appreciate it if you’d post some links too.
If you’re new, my sidebar has a list of few links to other blogs (which desperately needs to be updated, I have way more that I subscribe too but I’m weeding some of them out) but they’re good to get you started. I highly recommend visiting Jo and Amanda if you’re single blogging and Queen V and Ecrivain if you’re specifically looking for older virgin related blogs.
Here are the newbies/newly found blogs (:
The Thoughts of a Type A, Over Analyzer
The Dancing Orange
Sick of Being Single
Let’s Just Make It Happen
Bumbling
P.S. I’m back into constant study mode and your blogs make those 5 minute breaks worth it so keep posting! Also, did anyone see this? Apparently, virginity is back in again. Yay, we’re cool!

Over the past decade and a half, I’ve dated and fallen in love with a strikingly wide variety of men. I’ve lost my heart to athletes, professors, surfer bio-physicists, the next Bill Clinton, older men, much older men, even an Australian paramilitary officer living in China whose mental faculties, much like his titanium leg, had taken an irreparable hit after “the jump.” All had varied backgrounds and different standards of beauty, yet they all shared a high level of intelligence and an impressive mastery of the English language. (Some women go for the body or sense of humor—I’ve always gone for the hyper- articulate.) But when asked to explain why I shouldn’t cut my hair, even if the suggestion was hypothetical, none of these articulators could present me with a sound, convincing argument. What’s more, not a single one cupped my face in his hands and said, “Go for it. Cut it off. Long hair, short hair— you’re beautiful, no matter what.” Instead, all I got were nervous stammers and “I’m just not into it” vagueness.

This article in Elle gives you a picture of how serious men are about long locks. They’ve even thrown in some credible sources this time (including Jena Pincott, whose book I’ve read cover to cover over and over again) that really point out the advantages of having longer hair.
So here, I’m going to solve all your problems: if you have short hair, grow it out. Whether you’re doing it to raise your own self esteem or to up your value on the ten-point scale, I really think it’s worth some consideration.
If you’re really daring, you can dye it blond too. Or keep it brunette and marry a billionaire.
At the end of the day, I really do think your hair should reflect your personality (I’ve never really had a thing for the mod chops) but it never hurts to go longer (:

P.S. Quite a few of these links were found on the incel forums. For more information, see this post.
P.P.S. I’m always on the lookout of interesting articles relating to virginity and women who haven’t been in relationships. I would absolutely love to post anything you have found so if you think there’s something we should be taking a look at, please comment with it or email me at girlslashwoman[at]gmail[dot]com.