When I was a teenager, I thought the perfect age to get married was about 27. I thought I would fall in love around 23, date for about 4 years, then get married. Then we will enjoy ourselves until we are 30, then have a baby. Well, if I'm supposed to fall in love by age 23, then I'm a year behind. I better get myself out there and start looking for my hubby. This feels like the Friends episode when Rachel turned 30. Time just keeps going and it doesn't wait for you. I don't know. I'm not lonely. I mean, I get bored sometimes, but I think I enjoy just chilling alone. I hope I don't end up alone, but for now, I'm just content. I think.
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