Age is relative to a lot of things. Looks, experience, health.....geography?
I have been single in Manhattan (and Brooklyn and Queens). I have been single in Los Angeles. (Just to be clear, I have also had boyfriends in all of these locations. Don't cry for me, Argentina.) I have not been single in, say, a small town in Virginia, since I was 17 years old. Being single in a big city is easy. Everyone is too busy to get married. We've all got jobs and dinner reservations, art openings and happy hour. Being 30 and single is nothing. I am one of many, a majority even. Ever seen a little show called 'Sex and the City'? I may not ever own Manolos (unless they do a line for Target), but to the dating stuff, hey, I can relate.
Now, I am contemplating a move home. Home is not bright lights, big city. Home is four stoplights and a Wal-Mart. At home, being 30 and single means that there is something wrong with you. For all my forward thinking and modern living these last 10 years, where I come from, I am woefully behind.
Everyone I know from high school is married. EVERYONE. Most have babies, some TWO BABIES or more. Facebook is a minefield of pregnancy announcements and shower photos. I have spent most of my twenties trying not to get pregnant. Apparently, I had it backwards.
Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled for all my friends with these beautiful families. What an accomplishment. They all seem genuinely happy. I gotta say, I'm a little embarrassed. What have I got to show for my life on the outside? "Me? No, I'm not married. I've been too busy paying exorbitant rents and accumulating credit card debt. But, I do know a surefire hangover remedy!"
What will people think? And more importantly, who the hell am I going to date?