A few months ago, after the dust settled on some major life changes, I decided to re-enter the dating game. I admit, I was seriously out of practice. It had been over fours years since I'd been on the market, for one reason or another. In late 2008, I'd ended a 2 ½ year involvement, and soon after I decided to remain employed by accepting a relocated position in NYC. It was the perfect time to be single and focus on my balance. Since I know that good things hardly ever just show up at our doors knocking, I promised myself that when I got settled in NYC, I'd make an effort to meet new fellas, and hopefully, find real love.
With consideration of my lifestyle and professional routine, online dating seemed a great option. So, I cast my line by joining a few sites, and waited to see who'd bite. Things were sluggish at first, but by October I was getting some action. As I was getting acquainted with a handful new men, a question arised from many of them: you're pretty, and smart, and really nice, so why are you still single? Underneath the question, I could hear their implication, "What's wrong with you?" It had become clear to me that to be female, forty, childless, and never married placed a shadow on me in the eyes of others.
The question began to ricochet in my mind like a stray bullet. And stray bullets are dangerous. After some self-deliberation, I caught that bullet in my teeth like Bruce Leroy, and an answer emerged: there's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine. I can be a bit neurotic and insecure; as much as some and less than many, but nothing so far south as to be in Crazy County. I'm where I am by design, not by default. I can say with certainty, that in my lifetime, I've had two opportunities to be married, if being married was my primary goal. But it wasn't and still isn't. Sure, I sometimes entertain the day dream of an occasion when, wearing a butter colored dress, I'll stand with my beloved to legalize our love before an audience of family and friends, then gorge ourselves on catered food and drink. Hey, I'm a girl, remember. And it's not lost on me that a generation ago, I’d be considered a spinster, and the married neighbor ladies would eye me with suspicion as they whispered "what a pity".
Time brings changes, and women of my generation have opportunities that our grannies couldn't have dreamed up. I have a career that has exceeded my expectations, taking me around the world, exposing me to the likes of the Obama family and a collection of admired celebrities. And though there's no pitter-patter of tiny feet in my home, I can sleep in on off days, unfettered by nightmares of daycare expenses. Along with more options, have come more costs, but waiting longer for love is a price I'm happy to pay. Whoever gets me now, gets a woman at her prime, fully formed and self-aware. What's always been important to me is having an intimate, loving friendship that is worthy of marriage. Plain and simple, my time hasn't come yet, and I haven't settled. And I'm proud of that.
So to all my compadres, male and female, who are of "a certain age" and find yourselves traveling through life unmarried and childless, rejoice! The road less traveled has some unique attractions and fewer traffic jams.