Sex and the University: The Bachelorette
My Birthday will be coming up pretty soon, spare me the happy birthday's due to a long line of bad luck on that day, and it has got me thinking or rather has had me declaring quite loudly at times I am going to be 20. A year shy of complete legality. One year and I am able to buy liquor openly and am able to trash the word "buyer" aside from hanging with my under aged friends which I am sure will multiply in a year...they seem to come out on those dull fridays pondering the common "so and so is 21, yeah I know her we once had econ. together." Believe it or not this has nothing to do with alcohol but rather a rite of passage. I am going to be 21 in a short year! My life has been segmented in society based sequential moments. Turning 1, making it to double digits, then teens, sweet 16 and getting my license, becoming legal, graduating, college, legally drinking after that it sort of drops off into this space which could determine the next milestones. Ideally, I want to be married by 24-25, that gives me a good 2 years before children, which I seem to be the only woman my age with the "balls" enough to say that I want them and not seem overly June Cleaver. If all should play well the next milestone would be 25 (entering true adulthood), the birth of my children, 30 a somewhat joyous occasion with my Ashton Kutcher look-alike-husband, 40, and growing old together, retirement in Hawaii and so on. However should fate be cruel, 25 (entering life long old maid), 30 too old to even be fancied by men with natural hair, 40 given up hope to ever finding even a guy with own teeth and a life lived with cats named after soap stars. I know everyone has told me it's a bit soon for my biological clock to be ticking but I think possibly they are just afraid to accept the truth. These past 20 years have gone fast. I have gone from being 13 and drooling over Jonathan Taylor Thomas, to being 20 and watching E's Most Eligible Bachelors who are all in the same age category, but not for long I assure you. Proof that I am becoming older, when shows that rate men no longer are men who are your mom's age but rather now in your ball park. Speaking of mom, she was married by now...I am well aware of the "times" she grew up in and that in this day and age woman marry late, after their career putting last children. But I dont want to be too old to pick up my child. I want to look young but not too young at the PTA meetings. I was raised a traditional girl I know what my wedding will look like inside and out, not to mention countless nights in Meijer planning it. I have "my next 30 years" planned out, but as we all know life doesnt go as planned, and that's what scares me. I know whatever should happen will be for the best so also spare me the pep-talks in the response, thanks. Maybe all this has got me thinking as more and more girls from my high school announce to me their very "Notting Hill" love stories and are soon to walk down the isle. I cant say that I am jealous just yet, I have a lot of living yet to do...single...living..and you know mainly the conquering of the fear of commitment (that's a big one!). Alright, the main purpose of this was to vent..get it off my chest so I can rest easy tonight. I leave you with this, an idea I have conjured up after many a late night: what would be great is that if we walked around and saw normally until we saw our soul mate and when we saw him/her there was a giant red arrow over him/her. It would stop all this "fake love" which we can get entangled into and if we didnt like him/her we could just hide in a nearby bush and pray the system was somehow wrong. I suppose it takes all the fun out of the "search" not to mention killing the plot of some of my favorite romantic comedies. Ah, well. Back to the drawing board.