Raise your hand if you read that article about why you're not married yet. Yeah I know it's angry. Funny. Truthful. Over the top. Ridiculous. Spot on. I'm not here to argue or rebut or agree. That's been done very eloquently here and here.
But it is a question I've been pondering lately, especially in light of my recent you're now in your late twenties birthday. A birthday that here in the South means I might as well go ahead and get cats and sweatpants and live out my life as a spinster. Because I'm now more likely to get struck by lighting than to get married.
So what happened? How in a culture that celebrates going to college to get your Mrs. degree did I fail at that?
If I'm honest it is because I've been some of those things Ms. McMillan says. But it's more than that too. If I take a look back at my dating history I could have been married several times (The Duke, The Boyfriend, The Musician). Just to the wrong person. And I'd take a lifetime of dodging lightening and feeding cats over sharing I do's with someone who is a don't.
Which brings me to this.
Let's just recap the men I've gone out with since finding myself single shall we:
- Towel-a man so boring not even I could coax more than a yes no answer out of him. And I have a history of being able to make friends with a signpost.
- Indian Man-he was already married, to his job. And I didn't appreciate only meaning something to him once a week between the hours of 5 and 7.
- Old Guy-he jerked me around so much I had knots in my stomach at all times. Not to mention that thing with the brownies and the note.
- Paramedic John-he thought what I did was hooey. "People should just get over their stuff."
- The US Attorney-tattoos and indie rock were too counter culture for him. He wanted J. Crew and a W sticker on a SUV.
- Steven Number Three-his job was training to be an ultimate fighter. I'm democrat. It would have never worked.
- Toy Story Three-he "REALLY liked me" but you know "wanted to see other girls too."
- The Psych Professor-his hair was longer than mine and he was getting ready to go on sabbatical to Holland. I don't speak Dutch.
- Sent me a seven point outline of what they wanted to do to my shoes.
- Told me I was unoriginal and unstable.
- Talked in rhyming couplets.
- Lived halfway around the world.
- Or were otherwise rude, crude, uninteresting, or not at all my type.
But what I'm looking for accepts that and sees past it. And that's something I'm willing to wait for. Because in the meantime I've found it in myself, my friends, my job. My life. I hope you have too.