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knows they are aging but you don’t really think about it until
suddenly you look back and think, wow, where did it go? How
did it pass by so quickly? As a soon to be thirty and flirty year
old, single or otherwise known as being a “singleton” in this
day and age. I find that suddenly I am thrown into a world of
thirty something year old men and the sea of baby momma’s,
broken hearts and excess baggage. I have come to learn that
one of the rules of being thirty is this: If you haven’t been
snatched up by now something is wrong with you. Guys for
instance are weary of woman, the damage they could
potentially cause or the heartache they could possibly have to
endure. I myself am weary of men in this new chapter called
my thirties as most men, at least the good ones, are already
married, leaving only the bad seeds to be picked over. Usually
these men are single for one reason or another and whatever
that reason is I don’t want to know. It’s a scary world of dating
out there in the age bracket of thirty – forty. One must always
stay on their toes and keep an eye out for the bad seeds that
are left over having never been picked in the first place and for
good reason.
All of us, I would presume, consider ourselves as wearers of
many “hats” if you will. As a single mom turning thirty, back