Hahaha...no! Everything's gonna be okay! I'm just looking at you with so much life in front of you is all.
I know.
I won't tell you your time will come, because it will and I won't patronize you with words of wisdom that I think I have.
Thank you. I actually do get tired of "You'll get married one day" because, you know what? That isn't a guarantee! I might happen, I'll even say probably... but not for sure. And most of the time, I don't let it bother me. Just every once and a while, all I hear is that bloody tick tock and it gets my mind to thinking. (thinking, dangerous, I know, but sometimes I can't help it)
If after say five years that doesn't happen, we'll talk about match making!
Oh lord, I hate blind dates!
SHE...hmmm...let's see...I just got married and I'm 26. I don't think I got my first kiss till I was...23?
Talk about tick, tock, tick, tock.
You sound like a friend of mine. She's 23 and never been kissed, so she's got it much worse than I do.
I think that the older you are, the more you KNOW who you are and the marriage is less likely to fail. You know more what you want and you're more secure in who you are. As chicks we're so programmed to *NEED* a man and whatever, and that's so crap.
It's okay to be single. I wish that when I was single I would have actually had been okay with it. It would have been a lot more enjoyable. I was only okay with it for the last few months of it...and then I loved it and had tons more fun...
Most of the time, I'm ok with being a single girl. Actually, I enjoy it. I can flirt with whomever I wish, go out whenever I want, and I don't have to give anyone a second thought if I decide to pack up and move to Ireland. I have a lot of freedom and independence that a lot of people don't get to have. My mom has never lived on her own, never lived by herself. I'm used to it. She has never taken a trip alone, I've driven to Canada. And I'm fortunate enough not to think that I *need* a man... I just want one from time to time.
It's like being homesick while not knowing where home is.
That's probably the best description ever written about how I feel.
When you get to the other side, you quit thinking about it.
Well, it's good to know that if I do become an old maid, I'll stop worrying about it one day. I refuse to become a cat lady though. I much prefer dogs.
