When my father dated my mother, they relied on in-person interaction and telephone calls.
Living in the modern era, I can also use email, text, instant messaging, tweets, and webcams to keep a relationship going.
Even finding a guy has completely changed thanks to dating websites. No longer are we limited to just our city and contacts n other cities. Instead, I could go online and find someone in another continent to flirt with right now.
Whenever I lament the lack of datable specimen in the general area where I live and the difficulty I have in meeting someone who isn't a sleazebag and is available, I have one friend who will always tell me to go register for a dating website and find a nice guy to marry (not date, but marry...am I that old?) that way.
So guess what I did yesterday. Yes, I, Girl86, actually signed up for one with the intent on making a legitimate effort to breathe new life into my dead love life. Why? Yesterday, I came across a list of responses to the question "Why are you still single?" that relatives allegedly ask during the holidays. It made me realize that I haven't had a boyfriend since 2006 and how little time left I have to find a suitable mate if I want to get married and have 1-2 kids by the time I'm 30. My best friend's upcoming nuptials aren't helping either (she's getting married the day after Thanksgiving). She's my age, pregnant, and getting married to the love of her life. The situation makes me feel like I'm one chain-smoking habit away from being Bridget Jones.
I'm also suffering from slight baby envy (yes I'm fully aware of how old that makes me sound) because my aunt just gave birth to my newest cousin on Monday and, as previously mentioned, my best friend is pregnant. Therefore, I've been looking at a lot of baby stuff lately for baby shower gifts, giving baby name suggestions, and asking how the pregnancy/baby prep has been going. Obviously, I don't want to get pregnant until after I graduate, but it's made me realize how nice it'd be to start a family.
It's clear by now that Mr. Perfect won't just come waltzing up to me one day with an engagement ring in his pocket. Me joining a dating website is a way of giving Fate a little push to get the ball rolling so that I can stick to the timeline that I set out for myself when I was a teenager. Is that so very wrong?
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