Seven billion people in the world are split 50/50 between women and men. Surely there’s someone out there for us all? Maybe we get it wrong the first 10 people we date. Or maybe we think we get it right the first try only to end up divorcing several years later. Whatever the case may be, I believe there are multiple “the ones” out there for us to find. If we end up lasting with that person for the rest of our lives, then clearly there is only one.
The thought of living life alone is somewhat frightening. I wonder if this is part of the reason why we have children? We’d like to increase our chances of always having loved ones around us until we are gone. I do feel optimistic that if I were to find myself coming home to an empty bed that I would have the gumption to find someone eventually. But who really knows?
I’ve witnessed seemingly normal, decently attractive people miss their golden window for finding someone. We can argue how big the golden window is, but the fact remains that most people go through their first serious relationship before their mid 30s. I do hope that age is just a number.
We love to talk about how our 30s is the new 20s, yet our biological clocks don’t agree. 35 is still the age where doctors warn about an exponential increase in child birth risks. If a woman doesn’t want to have children, then who really cares? But the anxiety, however small, is still there. Maybe a woman who doesn’t want to have kids will find some incredible man who changes her mind and vice versa. Relationships have a funny way of softening the most adamant thoughts.
WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY LOVE ME?