I’m about to embark on the first vacation to a new place for the first time in about five years.

I usually tend to go to the same places because I usually want to hangout with family or whatnot…but this this time I’m actually going somewhere different.    I will spend time with Li, who just moved there a few months back.  She is my last remaining single friend.

In college, we were a dynamic duo and BFFs.  Then she had to go back to her homeland for a while and now she’s living in this place.

She expressed to me the other night over the phone that she is not ready to settle down.  I don’t believe her.  She’s one of those people that needs to be taken care of.  She also believes in Prince Charming (seriously).

One of my married friends is going to join us as well (without the husband thank God..as much as I like the guy, he always seems to tag along whenever we get together).

This place is also the metropolitan area where MCC lives.  *Sigh*  I don’t even think about him much anymore, I’ve moved onto obsessing over Mr. Serious two years ago and most recently Golden Boy…amid sprinklings of some other guys from the past.

Ah, but I think my Golden Boy may be taken.  He brought a girl to work a few weeks ago.  I didn’t meet her, but a coworker did and thought she was his girlfriend.  And he doesn’t have sisters.   From what I heard, she hung out with him for his entire shift while he worked.

“You should snoop around,” said a friend.  “Maybe it was a cousin or a [platonic] friend.”

Yeah right.  It was a Friday night, who else could she be?

I think you know someone is in a serious relationship whenever they mention their girlfriend/boyfriend all the time during conversation.  A lot of smitten guys tend to mention a particular special girl in every other sentence.  I haven’t noticed this yet with Golden Boy, but then again, our conversations are brief at best and often limited to e-mail.  His social networking profile still says he’s single.

Sometimes I get sad over this aspect of my life.  I used to cry over it, but I don’t anymore.  I cried a lot over it in college and a few years ago when I was going through a very depressive phase in my life.  You can only cry so much over something before you run out of tears and get sick of dwelling on that emotion.

My friends would always say how there’s nothing wrong with me, but deep down I know something is and I’d like to fix it somehow (once I figure out what it is).

I’m hoping to see plenty of fetching eye candy in this vacation spot.   Gorgeous men like MCC.  I’m not looking for love on this trip or anything.  I just want to admire and observe them.  I don’t speak the language anyway (Li does thank goodness).

Who knows, maybe in that part of the world I’m actually considered appealing.