How This Site Began . . .
Everyday Meredith wakes up and prays that her life is all just a bad dream. But why the hell won’t her alarm clock go off? And why is there a Buzz Light Year toy digging into her hip? And why is she back in land that time forgot (Plantation, Florida, her hometown)? Mer grew up in that suburban, crowded, backasswards town and did everything she possibly could to get out of it. She moved to New York City in 1992 to be an actress, and now she’s back, more than a decade older, with has a son who she loves very much, and gray hair where she didn’t think gray hair could grow. One average day at 7 a.m, after she dropped off her son at her mother’s house and sped off to work, she scanned the radio stations and landed on a classic Yaz song, "Move out." Ah, the 80's, the 80's, the 8 . . . it was somewhere around the chorus of "Move out, don’t mess around, move out, you bring me down," that she suddenly realized that her 20th high school reunion was coming up -- not really soon, but soon enough. She started to sweat. She didn’t go to her 10 year reunion because she thought, "I’ll wait until my 20 year reunion when I’m married and making a lot of money on Broadway." So, it was 10 years later and she felt no better off than I was 10 years before, perhaps even worse. Trying to breathe deeply, it dawned on her that she was getting up there in years -- quite a bit up there -- and had never been married. She immediately called her friend Nikki, who was single and carefree in New York City, and left an emergency message, "HAVING PANIC ATTACK IN SUBURBIA. SEND HELP. S.O.S! S.O.S!" By the time she came to a full and complete stop at a red light, beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead into her eyes. How did this happen? She was a SPINSTER!
So, Nikki rolled out of bed at about noon as usual, and found a panicked phone call from Meredith on her voice mail, breathless rambling about a 20th high school reunion, something about being a spinster. Well, Nikki didn’t panic. She’d heard this before. Let’s see . . . 10 years ago, 15 years ago, and today -- all from Meredith, the only friend she had that was preoccupied with being a spinster. Meanwhile, Meredith was, and is still, totally hot. She’s a MILF. She has nothing to worry about. Well, Nikki liked to think so, because she was the same age, and tried to keep herself together too. So, Nikki did some damage control and dialed Mer’s number. Before she could speak, Mer said, “Oh my God, Nikki, do you understand what’s happening? It’s our 20 year reunion and we’re spinsters!” Nikki had to think fast. “Spinster is the new black,” she told the panicking friend, hoping to make the two of them sound more stylish than pathetic. Mer paused. Now Nikki had her. Mer was laughing. Then, for a moment, Nikki quickly cataloged all the female friends she had over the age of 35 -- most were unmarried, looking for Mr. Has-a-Pulse, some bitter and over the whole dating scene, some still hanging on to hope. All of them spinsters, but COOL spinsters, hot, hip, stylish spinsters. Maybe spinster is the new black, she thought.
Meredith and Nikki got to talking about how they could impart this new found wisdom to other hot spinsters like themselves, and so this website was born (well, not THIS website, but the slower and clunkier incarnation 2 years before this one). Sure, it was conceived in panic, but it wasn’t built on panic. It was built on 40+ collective years of dating experience. We might not be able to tell you what to do, but we can surely advise you on what NOT to do. You’ve got questions, we’ve got all the answers you need. Just ask.


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