Who is Charlotte Miller?

Hello my name is Charlotte and I'm a serial dater. There I admitted it. Can we move on now? 

I am 29 years young, living with an annoying roommate who leaves dirty mason jars everywhere and her equally annoying cat who stalks me day and night. I'm convinced he wants to kill me in my sleep. I'm also sort of single. The reason I say sort of is because I have two very important boyfriends in my life- my best friend Nicole and Net-Flix. (Pronounced Nay- Flee. It's French.)

I never thought I would be one to share my life with the world but there are only so many times I can whine to my friends and family about my shortcomings before they tune me out- so here I am internet. Thanks for listening. 

I have always been that girl with a guy in her life. From serious boyfriends to seriously dating a "guy-friend" for months, to casually dating Tim, Chuck and Jeff at the same time as means to fill up my social calendar. I have never truly experienced single life. And yet, I just turned 29 and I feel more single than I have ever been. My age has crept up on me and I am now stuck in that awkward phase where all of my friends, acquaintances, enemies and baby sister are settling down. Thank God for my best friend Nicole who is equally as single and provides me with all of the ego stroking support I need. (She's not allowed to get a boyfriend until I do- fortunately she's a cooperative one.)    

In a mere 12 months I will be 30. THIRTY. The big 3-0. The Dirty Thirty. And I have decided to take control of my life. This year will be different. I can just feel it. I AM TAKING BACK CONTROL! The first step to fixing a problem is figuring out what the problem actually is. Here is my list so far: 

1. I love wine a little too much.

2. Netflix, eating Nutella with a spoon and sleeping alone with my face smeared in pimple cream excites me more than any guy I have met in the last year.

3. I do love the act of going on a date but most of the time lose interest in the guy almost immediately because he's boring.

4. Although the odd time I do like a guy, of course he ends up messaging me five days after the date, when I've already resolved that he's dead.

5. I have no filter.

6. I watch too many romantic comedies and Disney movies so may have slightly unrealistic expectations of what a man should be life. Perfect- is that really asking for too much?

7. I own a moo-moo. 

Friends and family tell me I'm too picky- that I should settle down already and stop blaming everyone else for my single status. But they just don't get how hard it is to date some of these guys-it's not me, it's them... 

Twenty Nine is my year and I'm inviting you to follow me on this journey of self-discovery and finding love. (Or don't. I probably won't be able to tell if you're reading anyway. I'm still not very good with computers.) 

A bientôt. I hear a glass of wine calling my name. 

xx