You can arrive at a certain age, with all the life experience to have survived college, find a job that finally fits, having trekked through many of life’s haunting quandaries, feeling mildly centered with who you are and yet still manage to feel forever 21.

Romantic films tend to fashion our minds to forgo the complexities and nuances of love, in constant anticipation OF some formulated version of what life should hold.

Even those of us stand-offish, private and headstrong hate to admit the puddle we would gladly fall into within the hands of the right guy.

It’s a well known fact that us singles are marrying later, if at all. We are less the committal type, and a bit more the thrill-seeking type…

It’s a rather odd and unnatural objective, I admit, abstaining from sex as a modern day single female, with the goal of saving it for marriage.