October 5, 2006
I also thought I would never find my perfect match. That no one would like me. This comes out the mouth of, both, my sister and mother. They both got hitched at nineteen. This is what they console me with. I don't know if its better to stare at them incredulously or bitch slap my own kin. Five years after the measuring age, I must stop thinking there is still someone out there and start wondering about the past. The only matching candidate. The only one. How did I screw it up? Now I have to listen to these housewives.