This thought has been haunting me sometime now. As I come to realise that I belong to that population of singles who just have enough time to heed to lab or gradschool or, do some last minute abortive grocery shopping, most of the time ending up buying non-essential stuff like some exotic spice that never makes into my cooking vessel till last few days before expiry. (And eventually forgetting to stock up the milk or butter- essential for me who is a strict dairy product addict)
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Now what is presently my secret fear?
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I am seriously afraid that I would never-ever find a suitable man for me and would be sickly-sweet single for eternity. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So is solititude. But its only relatively sweet. That is, you are blissfully basking in your single-status and having time to do personally satisfying things or hobbies. Everything looks beautiful. Then suddenly you are shook to reality, something, someone, anything makes single-status look less sweet.
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It was however, soothing to find similar ladies out there who had posted about this exact issue.
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But wait.. Are we talking similar to the mobile phone analogy? - I must have waited for a better model..
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- DiDo..
