#2

You remember back in the day when, if you lived in a small town, you got married at a young age, made babies, and got on with your life? I thought we had evolved past this point and opted for other things to tide us over until it we thought it was personally best to take a new last name and bare the next generation.

Don't get me wrong, I'm like every other young woman who has thought about a fancy dress, sparkling diamond (or pearl), champagne toast, and a bun in the oven. Yes, I would love to be engaged and have the freedom to plan an awesome, offbeat wedding for my future husband and myself, but I don't want to rush it. I'm not in any hurry to get myself into more debt and be the caretaker of another life.

It's so strange to think that I'm one of the last in a close group of friends to go down this path.
The last single (single used in the tax-filing sense) girl.
The last unsperminated female.
Nontraditional?
Afraid of commitment?
An Old Maid, perhaps?

I'm only 22, I couldn't possibly be classified as any of the prior listed thing, yet. Right? When looking at a sample of my closest friends from junior high and high school...let's face it, the numbers don't lie. One has a son. One is engaged with a wedding in the next few months. One is engaged and pregnant with a baby due in the summer months. One is pregnant with twins. One is a mom of a toddler and is engaged. One is already married.

And then there is me.
I can't help but feel behind the times, but I hear those degree things are kind of important. Guess I'll just focus on that for a little while longer and let things fall into place as they will.