Dear Readers: Welcome to the launch of a new column:
The Sun Bunny Diaries
by Serena MacNicol,
She lives in Bonita Beach
Being single is an adventure for everyone who finds themselves in that boat—and if you’re in your late twenties or early thirties, said boat is as packed as a makeshift raft from Cuba washing up on Little Hickory Island.
Living single in a tourist mecca like Southwest Florida, I’ve seen it all.
I’m Serena, and in the coming weeks and months, I’m going to share the good, the bad and the ugly with you—relationships, dating disasters and what it’s like to navigate the social scene flying solo.
You see, I love being single. But it’s not always a day at the beach. A lot of people have the
mindset that if you’re not married with several kids by the time you’re in your midtwenties, there’s
something wrong with you. “Oh, it’ll happen for you someday, don’t worry, dear.” If I had a dollar for
every time I heard that phrase, I wouldn’t be lurking around the Tiki Bar at the Lighthouse Resort to take advantage of Taco Tuesdays; I’d be living it up with 5 course meals at the Ritz! Unfortunately, the world is not a wish-granting factory, it would seem. Finding someone with no baggage or baby mama drama—
someone who doesn’t live in mommy’s basement on a futon—that’s no cake walk, let me assure you.
I’ve got plenty of education, and that can be a deterrent to plenty of men—especially if they’re looking for something serious. Having to dumb yourself down just to get a date is pretty weird. Of course, there are men out there who look for more than just a pretty face, but that’s as rare as the
green flash on the beach at sunset!
What I prefer to do? Look for Mr. Right Now. If he’s worthy,
eventually, that ‘now’ part will fall away—naturally. In the meantime, I get to deal with a parade of
workaholics, alcoholics, mama’s boys, porn addicts, sex addicts, and the occasional illegal substance addict...
I think my favorites honestly have to be the Gold’s Gym beta males who spend more time checking in at the gym on facebook so everyone knows they’re going there. They then spend the next half hour preening in front of the mirror and flexing their muscles at the girls who come to the gym in lots of spandex, makeup and perfectly coiffed hair with no intention of actually working out.
But you’ll get to hear all about the alpha and beta males, bimbos, narcissists and even the sweet but utterly boring men I encounter on a daily basis on the beach and in my travels.
I can promise some super
stories guaranteed to make my readers flush with embarrassment and some cringeworthy first date disasters. Crushes, love, summer flings and the whole crazy thing—
I’ll impart the good, the bad and the ugly, Southwest Florida Sun Bunny style.
Stay tuned—it’s going to be quite a ride!