According to a recent article in the Washington Post, Single living is the wave of the present. To put that in perspective, census data shows that in Alexandria, Va (my current city) and Washington, DC (the nearby city I'd like to move to), half of all households are made up of just one person. HALF.

I'm not exactly sure why this is, but I like to read about what people consider to be deal breakers -- you know, when you meet someone new and you're trying to decide whether you want to continue seeing each other. Deal breakers are a lot different from our preferences, those qualities we look for (or are attracted to) in people on a recurring basis. We tend to know what our preferences are, while sometimes you don't know that you consider something to be a deal breaker until it actually comes up.

I've always thought that if I'm interested in a guy, he should at least be my height, if not taller. It's just...easier, you know? People don't think twice when they see a shorter woman with a taller man, but when it's the other way around it tends to create chatter. I would say that most women I've ever heard from about this subject have said they have this preference, too.

Moving to a new place is always an interesting proposition. I've been thinking about moving into Washington, DC (from my current location in Alexandria, Va) for quite a while. It's been on my mind for at least a year -- right around this time last October when my roommate and I started talking about whether we were going to re-sign our apartment lease for another year.

Some of my friends have animals, and they love them. They post pictures of their dogs and cats on their blogs, and on Facebook, and Twitter. And, you know, I think that's great. I certainly don't dislike animals. It's just that I have no desire to own one myself. I'm perfectly fine with busting the myth of the single cat lady. (I'm not going to call it "crazy cat lady," because, you know, whatever. The majority of single female cat-owners I know are perfectly rational and lovely.)