Amid all the 20-somethings who are dating long-distance or meeting the beau’s parents or bugging their boyfriends to get a new mattress, there is the strange breed of 20-somethings who are (gasp!) single.
You might think that after the ripe old age of 22, we cease to exist. But I can stand here as living proof: Not every 20-something is hitched. Or attached. Or spoken for.
All kidding aside, singledom has been on my mind recently, and mostly because people just won’t stop bugging me about it. I say this with love, friends — being single is not a disease. But there’s something special about your coupled-up friends that makes them want to set you up with a friend of a friend of their brother’s friend. Or text you stealth pictures of a potential love matches they found in a bar.
Luckily I don’t have the kind of extended family that also jumps on the bandwagon. I can’t imagine my grandma poking around asking when I was going to find a hubs and tie the knot. My parents didn’t marry until they were 27, and that was before the generation of 20-somethings taking their sweet time growing up.
I’m not against dating or relationships. If a friend honestly had someone in mind, I’d do the blind date. I started a profile on eHarmony before I realized how much dough I’d have to cough up. I’m just against the idea that every single person is without a romance because they’re failing at their lives. Single people are real, too — and sometimes, even OK with it.
What about you — single or attached — have you felt or did you feel the pressure to start dating? Get engaged? Have kids immediately once you married? Is anyone else feeling this rush?