26. Single. Enjoys cake. Thanks for the reminder, OKCupid. For the record, I hate you. Now please excuse me while I go eat my feelings.
Yes, this really happened.
So here I was. Out for dinner with my bestie and Fiesta. Not-so-Carrie had decided to throw me a surprise birthday dinner. Not quite the all-out surprise party I planned (from 8 hours away nonetheless), threw, and surprised her at a few months ago, but she definitely earned a well-deserved A for effort. I enjoyed the evening with two of my favorite (real) ladyfriends gorging ourselves on mussels (not muscles, unfortunately) and arugula salad at La Madia, a “contemporary pizzeria” as they refer to themselves.
“Happy Birthday! Check out your matches and find out who wants to meet you for your birthday. Plus, have some cake!”
Would I prefer to be off the market at 26? Sure. But am I going to rush into something for the sole purpose of marrying off and having a kid or two before my non-existent ovaries dry up? Of course not. I’m fully content with my life as it is, but am I opposed to being tied down? Not at all.
And with that, I blew out my candle and made a wish. No, I did not wish to have a boyfriend by my next birthday. I made a wish that every birthday would be as good as this one. That I’d be surrounded with by friends – even if it’s only two – who I enjoy spending time with.
Regardless…OKCupid is still a bitch, but you can bet I had that cake…and I ate it too.