If there are two things I complain about while living in New York City they include:

The cold weather
Dating

The year I decide to move to NY is the same time Mother Nature decides its an amazing time to have a record-breaking kind of winter. I didn't realize my eyes could involuntarily cry from single degree wind-chills and below-freezing temperatures. I've literally teared up while walking to the subway station in the morning, thinking to myself "I shouldn't have to live like this." I'm a little dramatic when it comes to intense cold weather, but hey… I was born on a set of islands and I grew up in California my entire life. I honestly don't know how/why you would want to deal with such terrible weather. Ohh, I know… this is New York City, bitch is worth it.

If you've read my earlier blogs I used to be pretty optimistic when it came to finding a man in this great city. Nah, fuck that, I give up. Completely. Swear. I have absolutely no expectations left about trying to do anything more than finding the next man worth adding to my list of bedtime experiences. HELL—I can't even get/find anyone worthy of a second date. My struggle is real. I live in a city where beautiful people can be found left and right, and men have the dating attention span of goldfish. Plus, (population-wise) women outnumber men by 150,000. WTF am I supposed to do with that statistic? Fight? Show them that the thirst is real? No. Hell no. So I give up.

I love a thousand things and more about New York City, it just so happens that these two problems affect me in more ways than which I would like to admit. However like all things NYC for me, these problems are just temporary, not permanent.