The Last Train and Class Reunions
I almost missed the last train ride to Matrimony Avenue. I don’t know if you know what I mean. But from where I came from, if you are still “single” it is a common nuisance among women who are past their marrying age. Women who are “still single” at the age of 30 and up are mostly predisposed to suffer from mild low self-esteem to acute psychosomatic symptoms due to the stigma associated with being “single”. Whether it is a personal choice or no-choice-at-all option, singledom [read: kingdom for singles – I coined that term, not in the dictionary] has consequences that a woman, from where I came from, has to put up with.
Being a single, is a big deal with family members, relatives, friends, colleagues, neighbors, long time classmates and even with strangers-to-you-but-you-are-not-to-them kind of people. It’s frustrating. It’s depressing. It’s humiliating. Good thing I have ample supply of confidence, tolerance and sense of humor. That helped me survived the trying times. But still, I almost accepted my fate that I am bound to singlehood. I almost accepted the fact that men are already considered as extinct species. And I almost got accepted to join the convent. Whew!
When you are a 40-ish woman, even if you have a good career and a sophisticated life-style you are still a loser if you have no one to tag along to your class reunions. Even if you are well-established and well-educated you need to come up with an alibi not to attend the class reunions because you know that your “EX”, will be there parading his wife and kids and you have no one to show off. And even if you have accumulated money and power you will still be considered as a failure if you don’t have a partner to join the different silly contests-for-couples-that-meant-to-make-you-look-stupid for old time’s sake and fun. Worse case scenario, you will end up babysitting your best-friend’s kid [who happened to be your godchild] in your Manolo Blahnik stiletto because mama bear and papa bear are having fun playing “Trip to Jerusalem” game… the adult version.
The High School Class of 1982 had its 25th Class Reunion last 4th of May, 2007. I didn’t attend it. I missed our class reunion. And I have an alibi. I was working on my Fiancé Visa at the US Embassy. ©
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