This is the blog of a single woman in her late twenties. “Single” being the keyword here. So where are the blog posts about dating and romance? About the adventures I’ve found while on the path of finding Mr. Right?
Reader, you are not going to find them here. Sorry but you have to know: I am sadly lacking in the romance department. I’ll let you in on a little secret: I go on dates once or twice per year. And that’s already pushing the envelope.
Sometimes, I hibernate and not go out on any dates for a whole year. My record for that is three years. Yes, three. Your eyes have not deceived you. I was date-free for three years.
My family and friends are worried about me. I can’t blame them. Society pretty much imposes that a woman my age should already be thinking of settling down, if not already married and have procreated or starting to procreate. Ah, the wonderful cycle of life.
BUT. But I don’t want to date someone for the sake of conforming to society or simply because of the pressure. I can’t very well date just because, right?
You could say I’m a fatalist. I just wing it every. single. day. And you know what’s crazy or funny about that? I’m actually content and happy. Being a single woman at 29 doesn’t mean the end of the world, no matter what people say and how they make me feel about it.
Asides: But hoo boy! You should see the guys I crush on. Total hotties. Each and every one of them. Too bad I just look at them longingly from the sidelines. Ha! Which brings to mind a Dashboard Confessional song (“For You to Notice“) that is way too appropriate for my crushes:
I’m starting to fashion an idea in my head
where I would impress you
with every single word I said.
Would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming
and you’d want to call me
And I would be there every time
you’d need me
I’d be there every time…
But for now I’ll look so longingly
For you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me
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