Having no boyfriend since birth wasn’t such a big deal to me.
Until last night.
You see, most of my best girlfriends have married, some even remarried! I see them almost every weekend with those really handsome husbands (not that I really care), I mean, they look extremely happy.
And I could only imagine how it would feel like when it’s my turn to walk down the aisle with that special someone looking unbelivably fuckn gorgeous waiting for me at the end.
*Sigh*
Anyway, back to that NBSB thing.
So here’s the catch.
The only last person staying in the world of singlehood with me just announced that she got engaged last night…
To my long time crush!
I mean, I didn’t even had any idea that they were going out together! All those time I was lost in my secret agenda with Jake, fantasizing all I want since in my own little world of singlehood, he’s mine.
Now where does this leave me?
Honestly, I have no idea.
Last night, on Massie’s engagement party, after a few (i think) shots of tequilla, I had a brief encounter with my future self. I saw her really old, working late nights for a novel, with nobody to accompany her but a big fat house cat, who by the way, spent most of the day sleeping.
I almost puked. Almost grabbed the nearest guy and asked him to marry me to save me from that “future”.
But I’m not that crazy, at least not yet. I’ve always seen my single hood as a clever decision. Right?
Or maybe not. Well, at this point, I don’t really know.
All I know is that I have to find that prince – that guy – I really don’t care if he’s a frog I have to kiss – or how many I have to kiss to get to the right one – whoever.
I just need to make this life a little bit less miserable.
To be continued…
