It's Official..........

I'm depressed

I never thought that I would become one of those whiny ass broads that's always complaining about all of her friends getting married. However, that has all changed.
Last night, which also happened to be my depressing 27th birthday. A close friend of mine called and told me that her boyfriend of 6 years finally asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Damn, I'm like if old dude is able to come around and ask her to marry him (I was like seriously going to tell her to dump him if he didn't ask her by the end of this year to marry him), then that must mean that there are some guys who aren't commitment-phobes.

So hmmmmm, what's wrong with me?

Why after all of these years have I neglected to find somebody that I'm remotely interested in spending the rest of my life with? I mean I can look at somebody and think "awwww, I'd like to go to the mall him with him" or "awwww, he would be nice to talk to on the phone." but never this, "awww, I can see myself washing out his draws and fixing him some chicken wings with the Fry Daddy I got as a wedding present.

Everytime a friend or relative gets married, it just reinforces the notion that I am not marryable. Here I am 27 years old and I have never, (yes, people I'm serious), never had a well, boyfriend? y daughter's father wasn't even my boyfriend, just some dick with legs. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a slore. I don't just sleep with random wang for the hell of it. As a matter of fact, Peanut's father was the third person I've ever been with intimately. Yes, I keep the Goodies on lock. So, I guess y'all are wondering what was so special about him that melted the draws off of me? Well, I think it was the fact that he has a tattoo and at the time, he was wearing this big ass earring in his ear. Oh yeah, and the fact that he played the keyboard for the church. Yes, people, I am so serious!

I keep asking myself, what's wrong with me and if something is wrong with me can I fix it? How will I know if "he" is the one for me? Will I ever be able to trust a man further than I can throw my shoe? Will I ever get over the fact that I can accomodate someone else into my life besides my little Peanut? I don't know, but I do know someone who does. So God I'm asking you this question:

Will I ever get married?

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Until the next time.....................