Monday, February 06, 2006
What do single girls have in common with peel n’ eat shrimp?
Something I see more and more as I move away from keg parties filled with belching college guys, half naked girls (should or shouldn’t they be wearing that tight dress?) and football playing in the background and I begin to attend keg parties filled with belching guys, belching babies, pregnant women and everything in between, I realize that I may be the only thing that has remained constant among all of these slightly similar objects.
I am the single girl. I am the girl who is written about frequently. I may have even become a cliche, a fabulous one, but a cliche nonetheless. I am a dying breed. I am like the peel n’ eat shrimp on the food table. Everyone sees me, knows I am a delicacy, and wants to make sure that I am not a leftover at the end of the party.
They see a friend talking to me (is he single, or does he have an overbearing girlfriend? No matter, pass her around) and try to make sure he gets more. “Don’t let that one get away, eh?” they say, trying to make sure that neither I nor the peel n’ eat shrimp go to waste. Is that keg, then, my cocktail sauce? Something that accentuates my taste and adds a little horseradish bite? I have plenty of bite on my own, thank you. I need no attached man or woman to hoc me around to single friends. In fact, quite often, the peel n’ eat shrimp are claimed on their own merits.
I am the single girl. I am the girl who is written about frequently. I may have even become a cliche, a fabulous one, but a cliche nonetheless. I am a dying breed. I am like the peel n’ eat shrimp on the food table. Everyone sees me, knows I am a delicacy, and wants to make sure that I am not a leftover at the end of the party.
They see a friend talking to me (is he single, or does he have an overbearing girlfriend? No matter, pass her around) and try to make sure he gets more. “Don’t let that one get away, eh?” they say, trying to make sure that neither I nor the peel n’ eat shrimp go to waste. Is that keg, then, my cocktail sauce? Something that accentuates my taste and adds a little horseradish bite? I have plenty of bite on my own, thank you. I need no attached man or woman to hoc me around to single friends. In fact, quite often, the peel n’ eat shrimp are claimed on their own merits.
