This is fact not fiction

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m completely in love with A Spinster’s Guide to Dating, and the two lovely women behind it, Gertrude and Charlotte. (To be honest, I’m not even sure if those are their real names because they’ve got this whole “You’ve Got Mail” / secret squirrel business going on. But I really hope those are their names because they’re amazing.)

Anyway, the ladies were kind enough to sit down with me–virtually that is–and answer some of my deeply personal and journalistic questions. I was ecstatic to learn that we have a mutual love for Taylor Swift and fruit roll ups.

You can read all about their awesomeness below. And Gertrude and Charlotte, if I ever run into you both out there in the real world, I want you to know that I may shower you with hugs. And cookies. (Because hugging a stranger seems less creepy when you bring cookies)

There we were. Five Spinsters. Blog stalking and eating fruit roll-ups. We were having an un-planned girls night one night (aka no boys called us so we decided to call it a “girls night out”) in one of our bestie Spinster’s basements. Our friend, Storm, lamented that her favorite blogger was no longer posting. Then she turned to the two of us and said, “You guys should write a blog!”

We looked at each other and knew something ridiculous was about to be born.

But what could we blog about?

We couldn’t make animal cupcakes, didn’t have engagement rings or pregnant bellies to take pictures of, neither one of us had iPhones so we couldn’t mask our typical college lives with instagram…but we were really good at doing one thing.

Talking about boys.

One time we were at a party and some girls found out we wrote the Spinsters blog. We were immediately surrounded by attack hugs, screaming, and one girl even asked for our autograph. We felt like the Beatles but without the billions of dollars and good singing voices.

But most the time our moms just read the blog.

And never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.

Charlotte: 5:30 AM. Hiking. With stomach flu. With my date’s mom handing me toilet paper over a bush as I answered Nature’s call THREE different times and ultimately having to be fireman carried down the mountain by my date.

Gertrude: Was told I had to “dress up nice” but was taken on a wild goose chase of activities including writing thank you notes, coloring with side-walk chalk (in a pencil skirt. And heels.) not fed till 11 p.m. and was asked why I was not married yet. Awesome.

Charlotte: Taylor Swift. She says it how it is.

Gertrude: Jane Austen. A girl can dream right?

We would just quote from our first post:

Like it or not at one point in time all of us feel like we will end up being spinsters but that doesn’t mean we should pout. In fact, we should treasure it.

If you’ve ever been disoriented by the dating scene or never understood why we must perform acrobatics to survive college life, then meet here and we’ll do lunch.

This blog may frustrate you but it will also liberate you.

9) I love the “Ask a Spinster.” What’s the best question you’ve ever gotten from a reader?

 We got a casting call for some TV spotlight about girls who had their whole wedding planned and were more or less, on the prowl for a husband but were not having a lot of luck. Weren’t quite sure if we should be offended or complimented.