This Single Life

I think my mother has finally understood.
I think I have now seen the light.
And even though I'm loving every minute of this single life - the acceptance of my mother that, yes, it IS quite hard meeting people, ahem, meeting JEWISH boys, who have balls and the courage to take an interest in Jewish girls - has had an interesting effect on me.

That was one very long sentence. Pardon me. It's as if now, everything will be alright. She understands. And, hopefully, my grandmother will eventually understand, and might even stop asking me, "Nu, Sarah, you've been home for over three months now, where's the boyfriend?" No, I don't have pressure within my family or friends, as much as I joke about, and I have been fortunate to have experienced a wonderful long term relationship, but now that I'm single, this "single life" is equally fascinating and confusing. The more I learn, and the more things I do to 'make myself known to the world', the more confused and frustrated I become. No, not frustrated, just disappointed. Yes, disappointment hurts more than frustration. Because any sliver of hope that one might have, is lost.

Another fleeting thought: while I may love being single and this single life (friends, flirting, parties, uni, concentrating on what i like to do and how fabulous living life is) I may get tired of it all. Not long how far away that might be. And by that stage, as they say, all the nice men are either married or gay. And in the Jewish world, it seems as if it gets harder the older you are. Men become MUCH more picky (as if they can afford to be!) and women, well, we just are sad and eat more and get fatter.
No, i'm lying, That was cruel. But sometimes true? I might be having too much fun at the moment and let life slip me by and before I know it, I'll be nearing thirty with no relationship since the one of my university years sitting in a bar in new york sipping cosmo cocktails with my girlfriends wondering where all the men have gone and realising this would be a FANTASTIC tv show.

But right now, I'm having too much fun. Is that a bad thing?