There’s Nothing Like Moving To Remind a Girl She’s Single

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After two years in my current apartment, I decided it was time to move.
For my move, I enlisted the help of my Adam (my BFF), Colin (Adam’s BF), Jake (a close acquaintance), Jeremy (no intro needed) and I asked my friend Zora to come watch the truck. Four guys and two girls should be more than enough to easily pack up a truck and move me across Manhattan, right?
Right.
  • Thursday I get a text from Colin saying that he misread his schedule and doesn’t have the day off of work after all. Although it seemed a little odd that Colin couldn’t read his schedule properly, I wasn’t too surprised because the last time I had to move to a new apartment, Adam and Colin cancelled at the last minute because they “forgot they had to work”.
  • 8:20 am the day of the move I get a text message from Adam, who plays the piano: So, last night I got a call for a gig and I want to do it. are we still meeting 9? Because I need to leave at 10:30…. I totally understand and support Adam seizing an opportunity to make some extra money, but Adam and I had been together the night before until 2am, painting my new apartment. Why didn’t he say something then? Instead he waits until the last minute leaving me little chance of finding a replacement. 
  • 9:10 am I get a text from Jake: I’m on my way
  • 9:15 Jeremy shows up and lets me know that he too has to leave early.
  • 10:00 am I get another text from Jake: Sorry something came up, I’m in the Bronx….
  • 12:30 pm The truck is packed but Jeremy has to leave, he promises to return by 2:30
  • 1:00 pm Zora consoles me as I try not to have a breakdown
  • 1:15 pm Zora and I park the truck and grab a quick lunch
  • 2:00 pm Zora and I get to my new apartment and begin unpacking the truck as best we can
  • 3:00 pm Jeremy comes back, carries full dressers up the stairs on his own, I remind myself that I am not in love with him.
The whole experience made me feel incredibly… single. To have five friends agree to help me, and to end up with a truck full of things and only one other person was awful. Then to make matters worse, as I was hauling boxes up my steps, this song popped into my head:
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A girlfriend of mine recently moved into a new apartment with the help of one boy (her boyfriend) and one supportive female friend. I on the other hand had to ask five boys to help me just so that one would show up. 
I have supportive female friends galore, but where is my one boy?
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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/07400145319560952489 MissBrown

    where is my one boy? a question eternally floating around in my head.
    But it is most annoying when everyone bails and it seems as if they were just too afraid to say they didn't want to do it in the first place. Friends are friends right? But don't feel obligated to say yes when you know you're gonna back out anyway! Sometimes you're just not feelin it and I get that. Cause Lawd knows I have my moments. Either way I'm glad to see you got moved- even if it was a bit of thang to get it done …
    here's to findin that one boy too!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233007341124315348 chocdrop

    That is the worst feeling!! I just wish FRIENDS would just say yes or no. Last time I moved I had help to pay for moving people. I could not make plans and not have support. I would have melted down, no question.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241612654663325145 Kristin

    Get out of my head!!! LOL I've been asking myself this as well. Certain moments have a way of making being single painfully obvious, don't they? *sigh* we gotta keep hope alive. Some lucky guy is going to come sweep us off our fabulously sexy feet!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/16295405140701372825 Dating Trooper

    Forget "where is my boy!" What's up with your friends?! Everyone knows how stressful moving is and that is pretty crappy to flake out on a friend at the last minute. Remember that Seinfeld episode with Keith Hernandez asking Jerry to help him move right after they became friends? "Level Jumping" they called it. Helping someone move is a sign that you are very good friends. So flaking out might be a sign that you are not? I don't know….but the older I get, the more I hire movers to avoid the situation entirely.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062744050350668104 Girl of True Heart

    wow….jer helped you….i'm reading your blog in chrono order, so….i take back what i've said. i mean, someone who helps you move is just a damn good fucking friend. no way around it.

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