About This Blog.

“Hey Ambrosia, why’d you call your blog ‘I Can See Why She’s Single’?” Well, one year I had a birthday. As I’ve done most years, I tried to have a birthday party. And like most years, this party was relatively unsuccessful. I was at least an hour late for my own celebration, by no fault of my own, and as I was walking to the restaurant where several family members were waiting, one of them accidentally sent me the following text messages:

“This is so poorly planned.”

“I can see why she’s single.”

I thought “This Is So Poorly Planned” would be a confusing name for a blog, but that “I Can See Why She’s Single” had potential. And since there are tons of reasons why I’m single that anybody with eyes, ears, and a brain could point out, it’d be a fun way for me to tell mostly true stories about my life as an over-30 black woman who hasn’t had a boyfriend, sex, or a date with a man she was physically attracted to in more than a decade.

“Hey Ambrosia, does the family member who sent those texts, which weren’t very nice by the way, know about this blog? What did he/she have to say when he/she found out?” Wow, you’re super nosy. Um, I don’t know if they know about it or if they ever will. Our relationship, already weak prior to the party, is now nonexistent.  Should they somehow stumble across this humble blog, I can’t begin to imagine what they’d have to say about it. But this is what I have to say to them:

Thank you. Especially if I someday get a book deal out of this. Even though I’m pretty sure I would have come up with something like this on my own anyway, but still. But I’m not going to give you a cut of the profits or even mention you in the foreword or afterword or special thanks or anything, ’cause you were mean, so yeah.