Single in your 30s

I read this article on single women in their 30s in the New York Times (it tickled me that it was in the Fashion & Style section). It's not Carrie Bradshaw, but a touching look at the question the author and her single friends asked themselves when they reached the mid-thirties, unmarried:

What's wrong with me?

Sara concludes that the answer isn't about something being wrong - but the timing being right. The right guy comes at the right time. Totally! I like her. And I'd like to read the book her byline says she's writing about women who get married after age 35.

When I lived in Mexico, every male I met asked me this question:

Where is your husband? And your babies?

I felt defensive then. Now, I think, well: he's on the way. He's looking for me, I'm looking for him, and our paths are bound to cross. I've had a lot of great love - even great romance - along the way. And truthfully, I've been traveling so much it's no wonder he couldn't find me!

I welcome being found.