I'm not engaged. In fact, at present, I'm not actually dating anyone. Actually, if I'm being really honest, I'm not even talking to anyone, unless you count talking back to my TV when those kids on Stranger Things faced down the Demagorgen. Most Friday nights, you can find me and my bae red wine snuggled up on the couch, watching Netflix and definitely chilling. In other words, I'm single AF, as the kids these days might say.
I'm (almost) 26 and not in any hurry to snag a man. Sure, it'd be nice to have someone to reach the stuff on the tall shelves and commiserate over Eleven's sacrifice, but I'm not falling asleep to wedding bells or salivating over engagement rings. Honestly, I've never been the girl to dream about my wedding. I always assumed I'd get married, but I never really thought much about it. I just figured I'd meet the right person and get married, just like my parents, and that was sort of the end of it. It just wasn't something I spent a lot of time or brain power thinking about.