For some reason, there is a common misconception about me floating around, from random strangers to my own mother, that I have no interest in getting married. This is false.
local gossips in my small Indiana hometown that I am single...perhaps forever. One friend's wacky ex tried to turn her against listening to my advice because "I don't have the same views on marriage as her." Another friend confessed that she was afraid she would never get married and die alone and then looked right AT me!
man whom I have dated that I would have been able to be with forever without some sort of Lorena Bobbit/Praying Mantis type outcome.
I am quirky. I am independent. I love my personal space and quiet time. BUT I also love being in love and getting laid on the reg. I love the idea of a partner in crime- someone to plan vacations with, bungee jump with, cheer for me while I run stupid marathons, make me coffee when I wake up in the morning or pour me wine when I get home at night, play with my hair until I fall asleep, kiss my forehead to make it all better, stand up for me, and make me feel adored. And if I find a man who will rub my tummy when I don't feel well and hold my hair back when I puke up red wine and sit silently wearing a smile while I rant about traffic/the post office/a new online purchase that doesn't fit - I will marry that man! I won't just marry him once- I will marry that lucky bastard 3 times!
1- small catholic church ceremony to satisfy my dead grandma.
2- a Gatsby-esque roaring 20s beach rager in Charleston, SC.
3- Tacky Elvis ceremony in Vegas set to the tune of Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You.'
There is a very big difference between knowing that my life can still be great if I never marry and NOT wanting to be married.
Now, if you will please excuse me, I must go clean up the EasyMac I just ate out of a coffee mug and take my gummy bear vitamins before climbing into bed to read teen fiction while a 10lb Bitchy Little Rat Dog passes out on my feet.
I'm "gonna make it after all!"