It's probably because I'm still in my twenties, but I can't understand the women who panic because they are single and in their thirties. Is it really such a bad thing or is it because society keeps telling you it is? It's starting to ease up a bit and more women are completely ok with the fact that they don't have a partner and realizing they don't need one. Good for you! But every once in a while, an article like Lori Gottlieb's, Marry Him! The case for settling for Mr. Good Enough, which came out earlier this year, appears and stirs the pot a bit. I already wrote about what I thought about the article at length elsewhere so I'm not going rehash it all here.
I was just reminded of the article after coming across a recent Hooksexup confession:
"Why is being in my 30s and single so fucking scary?? I feel myself growing more desperate by the second yet won't give anyone a chance. Am I doomed to be alone forever??" I don't think anyone is doomed to be alone forever, unless you're a horrible person - and even then, those people tend to find a mate.
Personally, I'd be a hell of a lot more worried about being in my thirties and feeling trapped by a bad relationship and not being able to leave, for whatever reason.
For example:
"I hate that you would rather spend your whole wasted day on the computer doing jack shit that is not even as important as talking to me. You want more 'info'...... here's one.... fuck you and marry your monitor."
"I'm sick of making excuses for you, telling myself all the time that deep down you have a good heart, that your bad childhood and bad relationships are to blame for your fucked up behavior. I'm not the kind of person who naturally assumes that someone is an asshole; I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. It's been a year now and this routine is getting old. Millions of people have messy relationships and alienating childhoods, including myself. Maybe what it boils down to is that you are just an asshole who doesn't know how to treat the people who care about you."
"I wish you would cheat so I could have a real reason to break up with you."
And my favorite confession of the day, just for the simple honesty it holds:
"I'm not a teenager anymore. I should know better than to think that giving your blow jobs would make you want to be my boyfriend."