The only option for single women seems to be:
Grab your twenties by the balls, play the dating “game,” and do you.
Are those my options: jump into marriage or jump into short-term relationships?
I don’t want a marriage-ready relationship tomorrow and I don’t want a casual one that’s going nowhere.
But: there’s no other option.
And that’s complete bullshit. This live-selfishly-on-the-whims-of-your-soul, it’s appealing. Maybe it’ll work for you.
But I’m no longer afraid to say I’m not satisfied.
I don’t want to be married at twenty-one,
but I don’t want to be the twenty-one-year-old I’m then “supposed to be.”
Mary's One Hundred 