Be careful what you wish for.

Just recently I have come to fully understand the term "emotionally slutty". Revealing too much too soon is not only a trick for young players, but it would seem, that it is extremely off putting. Before you make any assumptions, please note that the emotional slut in question is actually male, and I am the one looking for an escape route - pronto. My latest fling began as usual, a kiss, flirty banter, a few late nights chatting, but quickly progressed at a speed that would shock even the most romantically inclined individuals. Somehow, I landed a guy that took everything a girl thinks they want to hear, and shoved it into one completely overwhelming conversation. After hastily hanging up the phone, cutting off the last of his “I miss you's” with a definitive click of a button, I immediately had to call my best friend to unload the emotional baggage that had been dumped on my personal carousel. Forget hand luggage, this guy packed for a year abroad and was ready to settle in for the long haul. Did I mention we’ve known each other for a weekend?

This has left me wondering, what happened to that happy medium? The cute guy that plays hard to get but is secretly really into you. An autopsy of my recent love life reveals a string of extremes. Absolute dick heads, and loved up obsessive types. When did it become okay to drunk dial and word vomit your inner most feelings into the receiver? Here is a hint: Do not reveal the end of a film during the opening credits. It simply disappoints audiences and leaves you with little incentive to watch this space. And yet, I can’t help but think this is some sort of emotional karma for sitting here wondering why guys my age are too arrogant to say how they feel. Suddenly, the saying be careful what you wish for is ringing in my ears.

Considering I have many friends, my self included who have fallen victim to alcohol and confessed their true feelings to an unprepared fling, should I be so quick to judge? Prior to this, I was excited by the prospect of having this boy in my life. He’s cute, in a dorky way, incredibly charming and most of all hilarious – and yet now that the mystery is gone, I’m ready to jump well and truly back on the single lady train, which, lets be honest, I never really disembarked in the first place. Fortunately for him, my best friend has convinced me not to write him off, but instead to wait and see what a little bit of sobriety brings to the picture. And fortunately for me, this train is en route express to sunny Europe where the trivial issues of the single girl will be a mere blip on my sun tanned radar.