Going through Digg this evening, I came across this article in the Pommie Times that resonated with me, particularly for the past two or three years. I’ve only just turned 30, but apparently I am a SPURMO – a Single, Proud, UnmarRied Man Over Thirty.
For proof, check out the self-test:
- When you meet a woman, do you check her wedding ring finger?
- On holiday, are you always put in the worst room of the chalet/villa?
- Have you ever thought, ‘who are all these old people,’ only to find out they’re your age?
- Do you mention ex-girlfriends early in a conversation so that people don’t assume you’re gay?
- Have you ever said, ‘fifteen years is not that big of an age difference’?
- Do you have two or more godchildren?
- Does your sushi delivery place know what you mean when you order ‘the usual’?
- Does sleeping with a Yummy Mummy no longer involve an older woman?
- Do women you are considering hitting on call you ‘sir’?
- The woman you’re flirting with reveals she has a child. Is that no longer a deal killer?
- Is hair loss a greater threat to the planet than global warming?
- Are you friends with guys you would never have been friends with at University?
Well, apart from Q5 (which, of course, is illegal* for me at the moment) and Q11 (thankfully, but my genes are against me on this one). But it is true, I’m single, straight and one of a dying breed.
I thought it was because I have travelled a lot with work in the consulting arena, and lived in different countries over the past ten years and have found it hard to build a social circle and social life. But maybe its more of a social phenomena – unless you are married and are starting to have kids by your late twenties, are you just weird, “over the hill”, or just normal in today’s world?
No doubt – I do want to find “the one”, get married and have kids – just need to wait for Kylie to come back home of course 🙂
I’m not sure, but am sure as hell not beating myself up about it as much.
* and by way – Mexico, Indonesia and Qatar? You’re sick, sick, sick.