A/N thought of this awhile ago when I first heard the song and I had jotted it down on a napkin which I found this morning, I hope you enjoy it now, since now it applies to my life, even though I'm nowhere near 30 years old . . . please review and read my other fics, else I won't update for week (that's right, I've threatened you and am not above making you wait)

Ginny sat down in Hermione's living room, waiting for Hermione to come out of her room, and listening to Hermione's muggle radio. They were going out tonight, Girls Night Out, with a few of their friends. Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Gabrielle, Lavender, and the Patil twins had been going out every other Friday night since the younger girls had graduated. It had been over 10 years but it never got old.

Ginny sighed, she really loved these nights, but she was the last one of her friends who was still single. She had had several boyfriends in the past, but all her relationships were trivial and led nowhere. The last dates she had . . . well, they had all been disappointing disasters.

One guy had been two hours late and another had spent the entire night talking about how jealous his ex would be if she saw him sitting there with Ginny. Not one of the guys made her feel that special tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach or butterflies from nervousness, not one had made her blush or dream those kinds of dreams, not one of them had seemed like marriage potential.

Ginny sighed again, she seriously thought that by now she would be married to some great guy; maybe with two precious kids . . . Hermione was so lucky she had married Ron. They were a great couple and their twins were adorable. Luna was with Harry, always saying how alive he made her feel. Gabrielle had married a guy from Beauxbatons, always telling little stories of he made her feel special and cheered her up, and blah blah blah . . .

You could say Ginny was jealous. In fact, you could say she was completely green with envy. She felt horrible because her cat, Jake, was her only companion. She had to sleep alone at night with Jake and her teddy bear, with no warm body to greet her in the morning or hold her when she had nightmares. No one to tell her "I love you" or "you're beautiful" when she dressed in sweat pants and wore no make-up. No one.

Ginny held back another sigh as she heard a new song start playing on the radio. It sounded very interesting.

Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake,

31 candles on her birthday cake

Next year

Thought by now she'd have a man

Two car seats and a minivan

But it still ain't here (hey!)

She's been lookin' for Mr. Right so long

But all she's found is Mr. Wrong

That's the pits

She's drawn a line that she won't cross

Her and time are facing off

She says something's gotta give

Something's gotta give me butterflies

Something's gotta make me feel alive

Something's gotta give me dreams at night

Something's gotta make me feel alright

I don't know where it is

But something's gotta give

Friday night she had a date

Cell phone junky, a half hour late

That's the biz baby

She's riding out the twists of fate

She's had all that she can take

She says something's gotta give

Something's gotta give me butterflies

Something's gotta make me feel alive

Something's gotta give me dreams at night

Something's gotta make me feel alright

I don't know where it is

But something's gotta give

I swear

There's got to be a meant to be for me out there

Somewhere

Someday I'm gonna find someone, somehow, someway

Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake,

31 candles on her birthday cake

Next year

She thought by now she'd have a man

Two car seats and a minivan

She says something's got,

Something's got,

Something's gotta give

Ginny sat there wondering who in the world was this "Jenny" person and why did she have a life just like hers?

Just then, Hermione came out of her room, all dressed up and ready to go.

"C'mon Gin, club's waiting."

"Hey, Mione," Ginny asked on their way out the door, "what are mini vans? And cell phones?"

A/N Hope you liked, tell me if this should be a one-shot or if Ginny should find someone at the club and dance to some romantic song and forget all about "Jenny," I'll see what I'll do, thanks for reading, please review or else no more updates for you.