A v. Bridget Jones-y first post

This won’t have New Year’s resolutions, because it’s way too late in the year for that.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. —JANE AUSTEN, Pride and Prejudice.

What is NOT universally acknowledged is the envy it inspires or the panic it stirs if you’re not the wife so wanted.

It’s shameful, really. In this post-feminist world where hooking a husband is no longer the end all and be all of a woman, the news of someone getting proposed to sends me in a frenzy, against my nature and my better judgment. I’m not what you would call husband-hungry, but the alarming number of engagements, weddings and even babies in my facebook timeline has been impossible to ignore. Especially since EVERYONE used to say I’d be the first to get married. A part of me can’t help feeling that I’ve somehow failed and disappointed someone because it obviously hasn’t come to pass. As to who I’ve disappointed, I do not know, not myself though, that’s for sure.

I love the feeling of wanting to be married, but I don’t want to be married yet. I’ve found my prince and I look forward to a lifetime of being married to him and I spend hours daydreaming about it, but neither of us actually wants to go there just yet.

Now if only other people knew that! I’d hate to think that people look at me and wonder what could possibly be so wrong with me that I haven’t been proposed to despite being in a (nurturing and solid, btw) relationship for over three years now. Well, I have been proposed! I am proposed to at least once a week. For now, that is enough. Honest!

I’m too young to take any real offense when nosy acquaintances ask me why I’m not married yet. But please don’t get used to it. It’s rude and if I get sick of it, I might start being honest.

I’m not married and I’m glad for it because I do not want to keep house (yet), I do not want to plan meals (everyday), I don’t even like sharing a blanket, I don’t want My Darling to get used to seeing me without make up and in ratty house clothes, and most of all, I don’t want to get fat, which is what happens to everyone I know who’s ever gotten married!