I'm late

I’m always late to the party; always the last person to jump onto any bandwagons. But as of today, I have a facebook page, a twitter account and a blog. Welcome to 2006, Kyles. In a couple of short years I hope to have an iPhone.

So why should you read my blog? Maybe you shouldn’t. That, my friend, is entirely up to you. I promise you that I will be brutally honest and strip myself completely naked as I tread through my flailing career and relationship dramas here on Australia’s sunny Gold Coast. I hope you are entertained by my ramblings. My friends usually are. The men that I meet… that’s another issue…

So yes – I am single. I don’t have a rational reason why my relationships have never lasted for more than 3 months. I don’t blame the men I date – I know it’s all me… I’m a big commitment-phoebe. And that’s evident in every area of my life. 1^st step is admission, right? I’m cool with that. I’m just not cool with whatever step #2 is. Truth be told, I’d much rather spend my time and energy planning a 3 month trek around Vietnam than working on a relationship.

My bff  Rach keeps reminding me that I’m 30 (like that’s meant to resonate?).  Problem is, I don’t feel 30 (not that I know what 30 is meant to feel like). I feel more like…  25. In fact, I’m pretty sure the only difference between your average 25-year old girl and me is that I spend more money on eye creams. I wish I didn’t – they’re bloody expensive. 

Oh... and I'm late for work too...