Thankfully unfamous

I opened my web browser today and saw a story Demi Moore Parties with Lenny Kravitz in Miami on Same Night as her Boy-Toy Makeout Session. After reading the story, I'm still not certain which one is supposedly her "new beau." As a single girl, I am certain that I'm thankful most people don't give a crap who I am.

Most of us don't have a paparazzi like Lindsey Lohan, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears - some of Hollywood's famous single girls. Well, infamous might work better for some. E! is now tracking Demi's party going. Wonder if the reporter who got that assignment is enjoying it.

If the paparazzi followed me tonight, they would have seen me partying in three places and hugging more than a dozen girls and guys. They would have overheard how my friends' and my first kisses happened and our notorious losing our virginity stories. They likely would've snapped pics of the very interesting lap dance a guy performed for me. Yes, in my lap. He said he liked my leopard-print tights. And I was joking around with another guy about how many times people have introduced us. We decided to make up new names every time that happened. His name for me was Sex Slave. The paparazzi might have had fun with that one. I wonder which one would have been my "new beau."

The Hollywood rags would eat up some of the topics on this blog. But they're not interested if the people in the blog don't  register on their fame meter. Or maybe they do. Only I know that.

Love to the single girls,
Addison