Robyn Haagsma is the founder of the Indy-based fashion and consulting business "about STYLE." The self-described fashion enthusiast and style junkie is well-versed in matters of business etiquette, social graces, the latest fashion trends and occasionally sprinkles her blogs with her various (mis)adventures in the dating world. Visit www.aboutstyleindy.com or call (317) 847-9048 for more information.

I ran into an acquaintance of mine from college the other day at the gym. We were talking about some of our classmates and what they had been up to. I mentioned one of my sorority sisters, and this guy said 'Oh, yea, she has never gotten married either.'

Oh my god! Is that how we are classified now, as those who have never gotten married?!

Seriously, is that the first thing that comes to mind when MY name is mentioned? Never mind the fact that I have built a nice little business for myself from the ground up, or that I have landed a regular gig on TV (with no prior experience I might add), or the fact that because I take care of myself, I still look pretty good for a woman who graduated from college 15 years ago.

Apparently the most memorable thing about me is that I have never gotten married.

Maybe all of us "still singles" should have a special ribbon we wear so that society can spot us immediately. You know, a scarlet letter of sorts.

That way they can be doubly sure who we are, and can save the inevitable 'So -- are you dating anyone seriously?' question that always comes up.

Yes, it would be wonderful to be married or in a serious relationship. But, as someone who has two broken engagements under her belt, I can tell you that being in a committed relationship isn't all it's cracked up to be.

There is a certain freedom of spirit that comes with being single. It is incredibly satisfying to have a full, happy life outside of a serious relationship.

So, instead of dwelling on the fact that us "still singles" have never been married, maybe society should give us credit for not settling and being independent enough to go it alone -- at least for now.

Nov. 15: Thanksgiving Etiquette

I can't believe the holiday season is upon us. It seems like just last week I was enjoying sushi and sipping cocktails on the deck at Bella Vita.

Oh well, a nice dinner with relatives inside by the fireplace can be just as enjoyable. Remember though, even though it is dinner with family, you still need to mind your manners and look presentable.

Here are a few things to keep in mind as you sit down with the fam for your first holdiay feast of the season:

• Keep your napkin on your lap.
• Chew with your mouth shut
• Don't use your fingers to scoop food onto your fork- - use your knife or a piece of bread.
• Don't talk with your mouth full of food.
• Enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner -- remember, white wine is chilled, red wine is served at room temperature.
• It's not necessary to get super dressed up, but sweatpants and flannel shirts are a bit tacky.
• Holiday dinners are one of the few occasions all year where the entire family will see you. Take a bit of time to look presentable.
• Ditch the novelty sweaters in favor of a nice turtleneck or cashmere sweater.
• We all know it's Thanksgiving -- no need to wear a sweater with a big turkey on the front.

Finally, I think it's important to remember the purpose of this holiday. Be thankful for everything wonderful in your life. I wish everyone a very happy and safe holiday!

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Nov. 10: Dating Do-Overs

Sometimes dates go well, sometimes they go terribly bad, and sometimes -- well you just need a "do-over."

Such is the case with a date I recently had. It's not that it wasn't fun, and I even kinda like this guy (which I guess may be part of the problem).

I like him enough to go through pre-date preparation like painting my nails, taking extra time to style my hair, and planning a totally rockin' outfit.

I also like him enough to care that he called me three hours later than I had expected him to, which got me all fired up before our date even started. (Seriously guys, if you have an impromptu volleyball game, round of golf, basketball game, or anything for that matter, just call and fill us in).

At any rate, date guy and I finally got our evening started. We headed out to watch football over beer and wings. After beer #3 we decided to head back to my place and listen to some 80's music. Because no trip down music memory lane is complete without a cocktail, we added a few vodka/sodas to the mix. Memory lane must have been pretty long, because things got a bit fuzzy after "The Best of Ray Parker Junior."

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So I really want a do-over. A date where date guy calls me on time, a date where I don't have to call him wondering if we are still going out that night, a date where my rockin' outfit doesn't get wrinkled from sitting on the couch too long waiting on date guy, and a date with more wings and less vodka.

I can't help but wonder if I should have embraced this concept of the do-over years ago. Think of all the potentially good dates I could have had. Oh well. For now, I am simply hoping that date guy and I will go out again soon.

Nov. 3: Destructive Dating Habits?

As with the fashion self-sabotage I experienced a few weeks ago, I am starting to think my dating habits, too, are a bit destructive and self-defeating.

Case in point:

I have enjoyed the random and irregular company of a certain 30-something hottie I met at Bella Vita last summer. It matters little to me if his stories of island hopping to exotic locations every couple of weeks are true. The fact is he's tan and has a cool tattoo, beautiful blue eyes and great hair. In short ... he is HOT. I never know when I am going to hear from him, or see him, which is all very exciting!

The problem is he called me last week and asked me out on a real date. A date that would be planned more than an hour in advance where he would pick me up for dinner, instead of meeting me for drinks. I'm not sure what to do. I am afraid that a real date with this guy would ruin the mystique of the past four months. I am comfortable not knowing too much about him. I am happy with the exhilaration his last-minute, unexpected presence brings.

So, while I continue to say that I am a frustrated single in the city, maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm actually addicted to the excitement and uncertainty of it all. Maybe I just want what I think I can't have. Maybe I'm just a mess!

Stay tuned ...