My job is turning my into one of those women men are terrified of.
The type of woman who meets a guy and WANTSTOGETMARRIEDANDSETTLEDOWNRIGHTAWAY. I mean, I’m not actually that girl. (I swear.) Sure, I want to get married, but I’m not to the point of desperation where I want to tie down the next Y chromosome I see. What I’m trying to say is, no rush, right?
So how come every time I go to TheKnot.com I feel this almost uncontrollable urge to start picking out bridesmaids’ dresses? Maybe because everything on there is so gosh darn adorable.
Basically, I’m a freak. I mean, I’m not booking my honeymoon just yet, but, whoa girl. Find a boyfriend, then we’ll talk.
For now, I’m just going to categorize this factor of my freakishness under “occupational hazard.”