Here's the plan:

So I've decided that I'm going to write this blog as a weekly column. I enjoy reading my brother's column in the fabulous Jordan Independant, so I've decided to take matters into my own hands and create a weekly column. I'll start out this week with a mind-boggling, question-raising topic.

There are approximately 147.8 females in the United States. 54% of these women are labeled as unmarried and single. What does this mean? The majority of those 54% have a set core of friends that they regularly spend time with, as to create some sort of company. The real question is, what percent of these women have female friends?

In my 20 some odd years of existence, I have battled my way through the lines to get to a decent female friend. I lucked out in the search because I have my sister as one of my best friends, and also, my best friend Jaime and my best friend Meredith. However, at this stage in my life I feel that to my chagrin, I am at a loss of women friends. Those near and dear are far from reach for the time being. So I'm on the prowl, back in the front line with guns a-blazzin'!

It has been brought to my attention that I am the type of girl that others hate. I can relate well to guys, I can talk with ease to the opposite gender. To me, its like riding a bike - nothing new to the concept of guys, just a different frame. Why is it easier to get along with guys than girls? Who knows, and frankly, I don't want to find out. But the reason for the topic is, that I would like to have a network of girl friends. I want to be "one of the girls." I want to wear nail polish and mascara with ease and not have a second thought about it.

how do we achieve that state? I was told to just do it, dive into the girlish abyss of skirts and pink shirts. This thought has been beating in my brain for the last few days at the idea of a "girls night." One such specimen came up to me and asked, "what do you think we should to at our girls night? Maybe we should just get all dolled up and go out to eat then come back and have girl time. Or maybe we should get some facial supplies and do each others make-up." Frankly it made me want to throw-up.

Maybe I'm not ready for this big of a commitment. I think for the time being I'll stick to my old ways of being punk and wearing grey. It matches everything and if it gets dirty, who will ever know? Is that a guy thing to say? Ah well, I like this side, its a clear view of both, and I know right where I am.