I was single throughout most of high school. I was single throughout almost all of college. And the five years I lived in NYC? Well, I was unattached for three of them. Needless to say, I had mastered the art of being single in a city.
And then, at the age of 25, I became un-single. And so I stopped stressing about never meeting anyone and started freaking out about all that relationship stuff I had never really had to deal with before. Is he my boyfriend? When can I call him my boyfriend? Do I want to call him my boyfriend?
And then, when that was settled, it was all of a sudden, Are we going to move in together? Are we going to get engaged? Are we EVER going to get engaged? What if he NEVER proposes?
Needless to say, he put a ring on it. And now, now all that intermittent relationship stress is replaced by all this wedding stress, and "our future" stress.
But one thing I didn't have, but now do have, when dealing with all these Me-We-Us moments, is a sparkly little distraction. And all I have to do is look down at my left finger to replace an "ARGH!" situation with an "OMG I'M ENGAGED!" and things start looking a little bit more rosy.
