Q&A with a former online dater and future hater of single ladies
Q: It’s been a year since your last entry – where have you been [what’s his name]?
A: Yes, it’s been a while since I last went on a RAGING single lady rant blogged, and rather than making you read a lot of words, I’m going to make you look at a whole bunch of photos summarising my life over the past 14 months:
Met a guy. [And yes, that’s us holding hands while segwaying, and we think it’s disgusting too.]
Trapped him.
Quit my job and moved to Seattle because that’s where he lives. Score!
… Wait…
And now I watch Game of Thrones at 2.30pm on a Tuesday while eating cake straight out of the box.
Oh, and I turned 30 and gotta do this kind of shit now [Asian genes, you have failed me yet again].
Q: How did you manage to meet a guy and get married in a year?
A: Because I’m efficient [and lied].
Q: So why are you blogging again?
A: Well, because I’m married… and eating entire cakes out of boxes. Basically, this is my new diet regime – the low cake, high rage and high protein “Blog Diet”. [Please consult your doctor before starting this diet program to see if it is right for you.]
Q: What will your blog be about now [because I only cared about your hilarious-to-me-but-probably-not-so-hilarious-to-you dating stories]?
A: When I first started this blog, my original intention was to share my general life experiences, and it happened that the topic of my life at the time was dating. Now that I’m married, I’m thinking that I should probably stop dating [… probably].
Instead, I’ll write about the triumphs and struggles of being a housewife – Yes, we have problems too. Do you even KNOW how infuriating it is to buy 3 lbs of chicken for $1.99/lb only to see it go on sale for $1.49/lb in tomorrow’s catalogue? We could have been another 1 lb-chicken richer, dammit.
Q: What else can your super supportive husband readers expect?
A: I’m not exactly sure, but at this stage, I’m thinking:
- legendary tales of coupon-clippings gone wrong;
- exploring and learning about Seattle and its
stoned hipstersinteresting people, and of course, taking photos of all the food I eat [and anyone around me eats because, you know, food was meant to be eaten lukewarm]; - figuring out how to be [and stay] married;
currentold dating stories;- hating on:
- young girls;
- pretty girls;
- single girls; and
- worst of them all – young, pretty AND single girls [a.k.a. them bitches]; and
- adjusting to life as a housewife/lady of leisure/aspiring chickenaire.
So stay tuned as I epically “trip, tumble, get up and pretend like nothing happened as you avoid eye contact with everyone around you while your heart is still racing from embarrassment” through this thing called life.
