Things Could Be Worse … I Could Still Be a Virgin
I’ve been wallowing a little bit lately. My last post was way down in the wallow-dom, but I was smacked upside the head with a “things could be waaay worse” moment while reading my Glamour mag yesterday. The October issue featured a fun, somewhat irreverent article about a 27-year-old virgin. December’s letter to the editors were penned by a 29-year-old-virgin and a 32-year-old virgin. I am not at all judging these women for their choices, but THANK GOD I am not among their ranks. I imagine I’d either be a raging bitch or would have settled and married some moron … just for sex.
On a more serious note (not that virgins aren’t serious) … I also thought about a good friend of mine after my last post. She was married and then had to raise three kids on her own when her husband walked out (while she was pregnant with their third child – yeah, a total ass). In her experience, being truly alone … even in motherhood … was easier than being alone in their failing marriage. She said it was the worst feeling to have to brave life’s challenges on her own when her husband should have been facing them with her. I imagine that aloneness with an overwhelming sense of betrayal would be much worse, and I am thankful for this time it’s taking me to find the right man.
November 16th, 2009 at 9:11 am
Right on about your GF. There’s a line from Some Kind of Wonderful (one of my favorite movies of all time) where Lea Thompson’s character says, “I’d rather be alone for the right reasons than with someone for the wrong ones.” Amen. Take it from a sista who took ’til 38 to walk down the aisle (the first time): Hang in there, babe. It’s going to be soooooo worth it when you find the right one!