I am finally coming to understand the preoccupation of many women in their late twenties and early thirties with finding a good man and settling down. Which is not to say that I am in the same predicament, or that I am in any way complaining; after all, I am still young, still feel young, and am not looking to get married or start nesting any time soon. I am merely beginning to understand.
Because I have reached a point in my life, a curious, post-college dating limbo, wherein a large percentage of attractive men I meet are married.
I find this startling, because apart from the occasional teacher-crush* (which I like to think everyone has experienced at some point), I have never been in a situation where I regularly encountered young, dateable, but ultimately married men. They don't hang out at colleges, so much.
So I find this workplace world just slightly disappointing in that regard, where everyone is responsible and domestic and off-limits. I guess working at a school full of cute teachers is dangerous when you like teachers so much. Whoops. :P
Good for me that I'm in no hurry.
* For the record, Fitz Smith had beautiful golden curls and a voice like poetry and really nice...pants. Really nice. Me and Dan Zeleznik could write a book about just how nice those pants were. ...Especially the corduroys.
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