I have realized that being single in your 30’s is deemed as a disease to most. As soon as you meet people you haven’t seen in a while, a family function damn it happens in my doctor’s office. Are you married yet? This tends to frustrate me because if you look at my left hand next to my pinkie you clearly see the obvious answer to the question.
The looks of pity and often looks of confusion are soon to follow.
The fact that I have a decent job, own a home and have a degree doesn’t ever really seem to matter. To be female and over 30 your life accomplishment is rated on whether you can get a keep a man. To the world F is my grade.
It is that point where everyone has decided that I am afflicted with the single disease and they have my cure.
• I have been told to snatch up the one lone bachelor in my workplace despite the 10 year age difference (my junior).
• I have been told to not wait until my late 30’s that my eggs are not renewed every month that they are reaching the date of expiry. I must act quick… go on Bay street (Canada’s Wall street) and snatch up a man.... any man that makes over $100,000 a year and get pregnant. Child support payments will lead to financial security. (Prostitution 101 has always been my personal fav).
• I have also been giving the advice that the time is ticking men don’t want woman in their 30’s if it’s going to happen the time is now.
Anger and frustration is often my reaction of course all of this is expressed internally. To express my true feeling would only verify to the world the reason I am single.
However, I find it funny how it does not matter who your man is or what he does….. just as long as you have one. It does not matter if the relationship is doomed for failure or it will lead to romantic bliss. We all know its better to be a divorcee that being forever single.
I look at most relationships that are around me and while it works for them it would definitely not work for me. While I wish to eventually find my cure I will do it on my own terms.
Or……. if I ever get really desperate Ill get me a mail ordered husband…hell my clients do it all the time. LOL
This blog is about my life as A single black women. My attempts at juggling my career, part-time job, being a home owner and being single. I am trying to cope and unfortunately being only one person it is not always a success. This is my journey.
About Me
- Me and my life
- I am a single black woman in her early thirties who realizes that while I enjoy a few things in life I rarely get to enjoy them. I am participating in this blogging experience to with all honestly try something new and because of the arm twisting of my co-worker. Hell this is cheaper than counselling.To put myself out there. I am a person who uses the computer on a daily basis yet I am still so far removed from technology. I don't use instant messenger..it freaks me out. While I am on Facebook I certainly don't use it as a social site so blogging about my everyday life is far removed from what I do but isn't that what life should be about trying something different. So this is it.
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6 comments:
Well ... that one lone bachelor at your workplace IS quite the stud, isn't he?
Haha, yeah if u were brown it's pretty much a wrap, woulda been labeled gay by now! Just playin' nothing wrong with being selective and having standards....30's the new 20 anyway
you had me lol loved the post:) when it comes to being single all I have to say to that is ain't God good, ain't God good.
Great post! No need to waste time and/or settle. Too many women go there and remain unhappy.
Some folks need a life, Nobody's business if you're married or not. Funny that some married men and women who are married are not perfectly content to not cheat on their spouses. In some cases, maybe misery just wants company.
Not sure I understand why people care about another's marital status. I do know it doesn't stop there.
When I was single, I'd get "What are you waiting for?" Once I'd gotten married, it was, "When are you going to have kids?" When I (finally) decided to have a child (12 years into my marriage) and gave birth to a daughter, it was "When are you going to have a son?" To this last question from my husband's godfather, he said, "We'll order a son right up for you, Chuck. You just tell us how it's done." If I'd had a son, I wonder if I would have gotten the question about having a daughter.
Some people don't notice that their questions are more about them and their conventional natures than the person to whom they are posing the question.
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