There I was in my skin tight white dress sporting some festive cleavage posing like I’m trying so hard not to seem like I’m posing. I thought I had found the guy I’ll greet 2010 with but he slipped away 
The clock was about to strike twelve. Just when the countdown began I spotted him. He was walking towards me, with his broad shoulders and slick smile carrying a ROSE!! It was a moment out of the cheesiest chick flick you can imagine and it was MY moment! So I strike a pose like I have never struck one before. Leg bent one hand on hip and everything. I even pouted. The guy walked right past me he almost walked through me. I turned around and saw him give a rose to some blonde. He gives her the rose and pecks her on the cheek while I stood there with my jaw strung open. I grabbed the first single friend in front of me and hugged her. I hugged her not because I needed a hug; I hugged her in solidarity with every single girl in Lebanon that stood there at 12 without a rose.Making it through the year without a single flower is one thing, but not getting a rose on New Year’s Eve was the final blow. Enough is Enough.
This year will not be about annihilating carbs, camping out at the gym, or quitting smoking or drinking less or getting that raise, my resolution this year is to receive the flowers I so much deserve. I’m on a mission!!
