The older I get, the more people ask questions about my love life. It's as if a woman over 30 has to be married, engaged, pregnant or already a mother for her life to be meaningful.
And then there's the fact that I write romance novels.
Girl, don't you have a man? Well, if I hear that question one time, I'm going to slap somebody. But, who wants an assault charge because she hit Ms. Mary from the church?
So I have a surefire way to stop all of these questions.
Number one: Because I'm secretly Catwoman and I'm waiting for Batman to come and make my life better.
Number three: Not old enough to be a cougar yet. I want to combine a relationship with motherhood without the stretch marks.
Number four: My parents like everyone that I date, what is the fun in that?
Number five: No one understands my book collection!
Number six: All of the baristas in Starbucks are women I can't date a man who doesn't love coffee!
And finally, number seven: You have all these questions, but do you have a man in your back pocket for me?
There's nothing wrong with being single. There's nothing wrong with being 36 and single! The problem is, we live in a society where women have to follow rules that don't apply to men. A 36-year-old man who is single, has no kids, and has a career is the man! A woman in that same situation; hey, something must be wrong with her.
I tell you what though, I'm not making any damn sandwiches to get no engagement ring! Okay, rant over.