There comes a time in every single girl's life when she must confront the fact that someone is calling her out for being single. It happened to me a few nights ago when I was having dinner with two female friends. Luckily, they are friends, and I know they have my best interests at heart. I know this even when one of them has a momentary...slip in rationality.

In January 2007, I started a list on my blog called 101 Things in 1001 Days. Those 1001 days ended last month on October 2nd. Many people have created their own lists, but I'd be interested to know how many of them end up completing everything. I only completed 78 of the 101 things on my list. But you know what? I'm okay with that.

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.