There is no Marriage Track. Not if you are, like me, over thirty and in a high powered professional career. Noone told me this when I was in my twenties and dismissed men for being too short, not smart enough, or having terrible taste in clothes, flowers, cars, couches, whatever. I had energy then, able to stay out drinking until 2 a.m. and still drag myself into the office with just an extra pump of undereye concealer to hide the dark circles.
No concealer can cover my dark circles now. I'm tired. Always. I don't stay out until 2 a.m., because even staying up for Letterman makes me exhausted the next day. I no longer care about whether my boyfriend has good taste in couches, because years ago I bought my own gorgeous grey velvet coach with the very expensive down stuffing. Which, if I had a boyfriend, would be the couch we would keep because with age means fewer compromises for men. Part of me knows I don't even really need a man -- I can even make my own baby! But yet...
So the thing is I really do want to get married. Dating is, frankly, exhausting. I want someone who still likes me in my grungy sweats. Cooking dinner at home sounds better than going out. Ditto on movies. Go Netflix.
So that is what I want now. My trials and tribulations on going there in another post....
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