"Are you married?" my dentist in Costa Mesa, a sweet lady, asked.

"No, I’m not," I replied.

"How come? You’re young, beautiful, and a ‘sight to behold’ as what my son would normally say," she said.

I simply smiled and let the question hang in the air. Yes, I’m young, if you could call a 30ish woman still young. At that time, I just had one thought, why hurry to get married? Of course, I would like to meet that special guy who would mean the world to me. But, I don’t want to be in a hurry. I’m feeling the pressure right now, but it doesn’t mean I will jump into the married and committed bandwagon easily.

When I went to our high school reunion two months ago, I found out that most of my classmates were already moms. Single moms, married moms, harried moms, pretty moms—most with mouths to feed since they were 18. It’s making me wonder if they are happy with their lives now or feeling remorse for the future they threw away.

So, don’t be surprised if I am already 30ish and still uncommitted. I’m not competing with my cousins on the suitors they’ve collected. It’s not the number of suitors I have that will determine my success in the real world. I’m happy with what I have now. I’m not rushing or anything. I’m a firm believer in patience. After all, patience makes the surprises more surprising.