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It struck me today that 22 years ago, I hadn't pictured myself being single at this age. When I was 14, I wasn't obsessed with marriage or with settling down (what adolescent is focused on such things?), but I did have a general belief that I would not be single for all my life. I'm 36 years old now, and I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever happen for me. Besides MJ, I've not been in a relationship where I thought I was headed down the road to matrimony. Come to think of it, I've not been in a true committed relationship; I've been in several fleeting flings, yeah, but nothing that ran on the serious track. MJ and I were in an on-again, off-again long-distance relationship that seemed to meander towards marriage but really it was headed to the fool's gold version of that phenomenon.

I read somewhere once that by the time you reach your mid-thirties, you will have met all the people with whom you will ever engage in an intimate relationship. Who would really put up with someone who is a relative rookie when it comes to serious relationships? Maybe it's time I throw in the towel.