30 and counting....sex and the small town?

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?