Broke and Single

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses

Given the current state of the economy in this country, I’m not alone in feeling desperation when it comes to my financial situation.  Compounding matters is the fact that I live in one of the more materialistic and outwardly opulent cities in the United States: Los Angeles.  It’s a place where Mercedes are considered Toyotas and women’s handbags come at the cost of a condo payment in other parts of the country.  But I knew what I was getting into when I packed my bags and entered the land of glitz and glam over three years ago.  What I didn’t count on was how heavily my flaccid bank account would effect my love life.

But it did.  A lot.

It begs the question; am I broke because I’m single or am I single because I’m broke?  The latter would seem to be a more accurate description, and definitely a lesson Dr. Huxtable would give his son, Theo, about the financial ineptitude of many males my age.  Before I go on a long diatribe about love, life and the pursuit of the almighty buck, I thought I should first introduce myself.  I’m Alec, I’m broke, single and kinda successful as a writer.  Stop by every Thursday to have a giggle at my financial and loveless expense.  Do I have a sense of humor?  Yes.  Do I have a box spring?  No.  Welcome to being broke and single.

image via christietayloronline

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