We should all be ready and willing to settle, because nobody is going to be perfect. But we're also entitled to a few deal-breakers. On the subject of good, available men, single women in their thirties don't need to be reminded that the pickings are slim. Many of us have accepted that if we want to have a child with a partner -- while our clocks are ticking like the bells of Westminster Abbey -- we may have to compromise instead of waiting around for the elusive Mr.
But just how much settling is too much? I really thought by now I'd be married to my childhood fantasy Mr. Tall Dark Handsome , and my only stress would be dealing with the woes of getting my nearly-perfect children into the right schools.
But like many women, I always knew I had some things I needed to do on my own before I even considered crossing the altar with someone travel the world, kiss a girl, learn a romance language , but I never thought I'd be at the point where I'd have to actively look for love the way I have been over the last few years. And I certainly never thought I'd end up in a threesome. I mean, I'm in a relationship with my boyfriend and God. Well, his Christian God a God I don't believe in.
It started out as one of those close friendships that blossomed into something deeper over a three-year period don't they say those are the best kinds?
Or, as he likes to say, "I am my faith. You can't love me and not love my faith. I grew up in a household where religion was non-existent. Dad is a staunch atheist, mom a wayward Hindu she eats Big Macs and never prays. There was a short period when I was around eight or nine when I was convinced I would "be doomed to hell" if I did anything bad, like, for example, putting Jell-O in my brother's bed even if he did deserve it.
