Last night, I recieved a call from a former boyfriend. This paticular boyfriend was going to propose to me around May of this year. Since we didn't make it past the end of July, as you can imagine, the proposal did not happen.

He called me last night to tell me he is engaged, as of two weeks ago. After he told me that he "would not trade the time he dated me for anything in the world" and he "still cherished every memory" and that "while his girlfriend HAD been jealous about him calling me, she was over it now".

So, as of March 25, 2006, he is going to be a MARRIED MAN. (Ah! So I can stop chasing him!) MARRIED. A close friend of mine has not only been married, but married and divorced. Actually, make that two friends of mine. My sister, formerly referred to as the Model of Singleness and Spinsterhood, is getting married in Novemeber.

I feel like my biological clock should be ticking or something. I feel like I should be sobbing myself to sleep, begging God for children. I feel like I should be taking every date very seriously, interviewing them as potential father figures.

Someone in my office was trying to be "helpful" so she assured me that:



"If nothing else, someone will marry you for your cooking."