My bestfriend is getting married. My older brother is getting married. Even those people I never expected to get married are getting married. It only means one thing: Life is conspiring against me in order to pressure me to get married.
Life, you can go ahead and not hold your breath. You have my express permission.
It’s not like I PLANNED on staying single. It’s not like I have an aversion to settling down and having kids. (Fun fact on a sidenote: I kick ass with baby-sitting. Because I adore kids and I have the patience of a saint. But I don’t demand a halo.) It’s just that I’m a fatalist. Or so I’d like to think. “I don’t hurry love when I’m making up my mind.”
My friends all keep wondering why haven’t I found someone to get serious with. They say things ranging from the ridiculous to the sweet. Things like “You’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re sweet, men have taken interest on you. What’s taking you so long in breaking away from being single?”
Folks, I have an answer to that and it’s this: I’ll get serious when I know it’s worth it. No doubt in my mind on that one. For now, I’m content with hanging out with my friends, having DVD marathons, attending a party here and there, and spending time with my family. Until then, I’m going to save all I’ve got for the man I’ll truly fall in love with and have an awesome, serious relationship with.
I know, I know. I should date around, get in relationships with various men. But it’s just not who I am. What can I say? I may love going out and socializing at some point but when it comes to this aspect in my life? I’m a throwback from the past.