In just these past few weeks, three of my friends have gotten engaged. And it's not the false engagement a la Facebook (if that counts, I've first been married, then divorced, then in a relationship, an open relationship, and back to a regular relationship) - no, it's a full-blown, diamond ring, down-on-one-knee prelude to marriage.
The oldest of these girls is 22.
Once upon a time, I'd hoped to meet the love of my life in college, be engaged for a little while - take the time to see the world together and all - and then get married at around 25. This is the road that these girlfriends of mine are all headed down, and the most shocking event of these few weeks is the realization that this hasn't been the road I want to travel, and hasn't been for some time now. I couldn't see myself being so committed at this age; I'm genuinely happy for my friends (who've all been dating their fiances for at least a few years now), but I really couldn't see myself in their shoes.
It is widely known that I am a commitment-phobe.
"Erotic passion may, after all, be the one thing capable of attaching even the most individualist human beings to something outside of themselves. Erotic passion is individualistic, even egoistic, yet leads to the most intense devotion and willingness to sacrifice." - Steve Forde
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