I completely relate to this. I’m 31, and every time I tell a friend that I’m ready to live out my days alone, they look at me with pitiful eyes that I usually want to grab out of their sockets. J/K. However, I don’t think of it as this thing that they should pity me for — especially since most of them aren’t on the path to the altar. They’re just convinced that the more they date and the more relationships they have, the closer they’ll get to finding the right person. I could choose to spend a lot of time trying to get a man, and getting into ridiculous relationships that I know won’t work from the get go…while fooling myself into thinking they will, but I don’t have the patience or emotional energy for all that.
Like you, of course I’d love to have that special person, and I think having a partner would be great. I haven’t given up — but I just want to be prepared for the very real possibility that I might not get it, and I want to be at peace with that, because I refuse to settle for some douchebag out of fear of being alone. I also believe that if I work on other things that I can eventually create a fairly happy life for myself.