I got a lot of wonderful comments and emails from people regarding my status as a single 22-year-old. Everyone was encouraging and understanding and supportive, which made me remember that a lot of people have been here before. (Say what? The world doesn't revolve around me? No way.)

Thankfully, I'm generally fairly content with who I am, even if I do let the occasional wistful comment slip out. I love that I have nothing to regret and that I haven't given away my heart carelessly. I'm excited to one day find a guy who will appreciate the fact that I come to him with myself and my integrity mostly intact. This is, however, not through any real effort on my part. Mostly, it reflects the environment I was raised in—my home, my church, and my schools—and the friends and family members who lovingly protect me there. I don't think I would have fared as well as I have without the people in my life who keep me accountable.

All this to say, I really am quite happy to be single, although I'm now even more happy to be dating my fish. What would make me the happiest, however, is if you would continue to flood the comments with suggestions of names for my new boyfriend. I'll officially stop collecting ideas tomorrow (Friday, June 20, 2008*) at 5 p.m. CST, and a poll will be posted shortly thereafter.

*Yes, I am still a month behind in posting. Shush.