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Time to Partner Up and Do-Si-Do in This Hallmark Rodeo
Who wants to be left on the sidelines of that kind of party?
I’m reaching the age where, in olden times, I would be quite “unmarriageable” material. The youthful luster is fading, my skin will soon be sagging, and no longer do I get away with being carded or avoiding the dreaded “ma’am” that makes me feel like a grandma whenever a cashier utters it.
At thirty-one, I feel strangely old. I don’t know quite why that is.
With age, of course, comes certain expectations. I have the handful of wedding invitations to prove it. Partnering up becomes the prelude to a dance through life for many twenty-somethings. And watching from the sidelines is filled with a mixture of cringes and secondhand embarrassment with maybe a few “aww” moments thrown in.
I know what you’re already thinking. “You should be happy for the people who have found each other! Their love is a miracle!” — or maybe you aren’t going too Hallmark quote-y like that.
I wish I could say I was sitting back and just munching on my popcorn as I watch romantic comedies blossom around me in real-time — but, nah, man, love isn’t the best spectator sport. I don’t know how Cupid does it.
