For all those who still listen to “Single Ladies” on repeat (don’t worry, you’re not alone), there’s a new way to cope. Beth Griffenhagen’s Haiku for the Single Girl recounts the trials and tribulations of being alone in New York City — in 17-syllable, all-too-true installments. Our personal favorite?
“I walk home alone. Bag covered in Cheeto dust. Should this depress me?”
But while we’re sure that writing haikus about datelessness can be pretty exhilarating, we imagine that going on an actual date might be a little more satisfying. Put yourself out there, ladies! And men, don’t chicken out!