One year ago yesterday, I had a 4th date with a guy who on the 3rd date literally jumped out of my car in the middle of the street. For attempt #4, he wanted to meet at a small town theater in the middle of nowhere. He was an hour late. While I waited, I sat and watched teenagers dressed for a dance, and I’m pretty sure they were judging me. Then the popcorn was stale. Then he walked me to my car and went in for a kiss while I thought he was going for a hug.
I really thought he was going to end up on this list…
One of the most insulting things you can say to a single person is “We just want you to be happy.” My mental response is always, “Huh, thanks. Until you just told me I wasn’t happy, I thought I was.” Granted, I understand most 30-something women probably do want to be married. And it certainly occurs to one – especially if that one lives in good old, conservative, family-oriented Western Michigan – that the next natural step in life after college and profession is to get married and start a family. However, then there’s me. I’m not saying I don’t want to get married; it’s just that I’m very, very good at being single and generally am happier when I don’t have to deal with the entire romantic realm. However, I have to acknowledge that this is probably due to my various experiences…
Let’s catch up.
One would think that…
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