single and okay

When I was 23 and single, no one ever asked questions. They never wondered why I didn't I have a boyfriend. They didn't ask if I ever get lonely. They never inquired whether I wanted to get married.

Now I am 30 and single, and it's a different story. They want to fix me up with their friends. They ask if I will ever settle down. They want to know why I'm single.

I don't have a reason. I'm not one of those confirmed bachelorettes. I don't hate men. I was in a relationship, and now I'm not. I'm not looking for another relationship, but I'm not avoiding one either. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, well I shall deal with it then. What's the rush? Am I damaged goods once I hit my 30s? Do I have to hurry up and snag a man before it's too late?

I see my friends who have started families, and I'm happy for them. Sometimes I envy them; sometimes I'm glad I'm solo. Now that I'm older, I know what it means to wait for the "right one." I don't know if I believe in a soulmate. I just know that I need to find someone who is right for me. Until then, I'm enjoying my life as it is.