Lisa
Gabriele takes a moment to reflect on why she’s reached forty without
reaching the altar, which is something I think every other single woman I know
has done, as well. (Myself totally included.) Is it better to settle than wait
for the “Perfect One” who may never show up? And what if it’s you who is running
from Mr. Perfect One, Two, and Three?
Part
of the problem was that I was drunk for the better part of the two decades most
women spend looking for an appropriate partner. I was drawn to increasingly
blurry guys: brats and posers, glowering self-loathers, the last ones to leave
the party. Since quitting the booze years ago, I have discovered that, with
rare exception, real love did whatever it could to avoid getting tangled up
with a drunk girl drenched in fear. Lust stuck around for a while — years,
even. But true love, the kind that evolves into sturdy amity, took a walk a
while ago.
Can
you relate? Check
out her entire essay here.
