Date night.

Being single isn't easy.

It's even harder if you don't get out and enjoy being single. 

A bestie of mine caught up over wine, martinis, and sushi. Everyone around us were on dates...we decided to have our own date, too.

We talked about family and boys, work and school, reassured ourselves that life was going to be ok though it looks NOTHING like we thought it would.

It's times like these we have to remember to be in the present. We don't know what's ahead, but why dwell on that?! Do your best now and everything else will fall into place.

And while you're waiting, have a glass. 

The talk.

I came into the living room flaunting the new skirt I bought for India.


How naive of me. 
The next thing I know my dad throws out the ultimatum I've been fearing.
"Either you go back to school or find someone to marry."
I chuckle.
He doesn't. 

"Nincy, this is not a laughing matter. You need to do one or the other." 

Tantrum begins.

I'll be honest, I understand where my dad is coming from. He doesn't want me to live under his house forever. And I have been getting quite comfortable the 1.5 years I've been there. 

School is my choice though I'm dragging myself to take the GMAT. 

(Oh Managerial Accounting, why must you be a requirement for an MBA?) 

But if you don't mind, I'd like to talk about this pushing of the daughter down the aisle. 

At the moment, I'm happily single. 

I'm using this season of my life to accomplish God's work.  I've come to treasure this season as a gift; it's a priceless time to invest in myself and have some fun. 

Sure, I get lonely and a boyfriend would be helpful for wedding dates, holidays, formal events and movie nights. 

But I'm OK.


My life is not put on pause because I'm not married.  I have many of the same joys and heartbreaks as the girl who is married next to me. 

So I speak for the single. 

We are normal.

We are embracing this season of life. 

We have no problem with marriage, it's just not for now.

And that's OK.
In fact, it is good.

To my friends and acquaintances who are wondering how in the world I can be happy without getting my  MRS degree from the school that seems to give them out freely:

The source of happiness is skewed.
Proudly displaying a MRS degree does not mean happiness.
Happiness is not a boy.

I am normal.
A man does not fulfill nor complete me.
Nor does he define my future.
And don't set me up with your cousin. (Unless he really is my type, then fine.)


Instead, lets talk about politics, blogs, fashion, movies and all the other things that I enjoy... just like you.