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Don't ask why I'm dedicating an entire post to marriage. Its just on my mind.

Nancy came over for Glee night last night (which was EPIC btw), and after we got back from eating dinner, somehow our conversation turned to marriage.

She predicted that I would either be in a serious relationship (aka all we're waiting for is el ring), engaged, or married by my 21st birthday.

That's in a year, people.

A YEAR.

That means, if everything goes according to the way I want it to, I have six months (or less) to meet my future husband. Because I know for a fact that I haven't met him yet. Actually, that's a lie. There is a guy who is a serious candidate. But he has to get off his mission first. And no, I will not say his name.

Anyway.

Me. Close to marriage in a year. I don't see it.

Mainly just because I'm not ready now, and I doubt a year will make a difference. Although people can change a lot in a year. But still. I'm not ready. Nancy asked what makes me say I'm not ready. And here are my reasons:

There's the fact that the guy who I literally thought I was going to marry (HA! What a joke.) went off and did something terrible. Even though we had broken up when said terrible thing happened, there was (keyword: was. No mas.) the agreement before the break-up that we would try dating again when he got off his mission. And now there will always be the worry that what said guy did to me can happen again with a different guy. So, not necessarily trust issues, but definitely worries. If that makes sense.

Then there's the simple fact that I'm not "on the hunt" for a husband, as most girls my age up here are. DISCLAIMER: I'm not saying every single 19 year-old girl up here is looking for a husband. But there are definitely a lot of them who are. Anyway. I'm fine with where my life is at right now. Yes. I would enjoy going on more dates. And a relationship would be nice to have, but its not necessary. But marriage? It just doesn't feel like its in the cards for me at the moment.

And then there's the fact that I can barely take care of myself (in terms of cooking, cleaning, etc). How am I supposed to take care of another person?

Now. Above, I mentioned that I have six months to meet the future Mr. McCabe. As I have been writing this post, I have realized that the aforementioned statement is false. I don't have six months. Because the way I want things to go is I want to be friends with the guy first. I want to get to know him as a friend. For at least three months. And then I want to date him for at least six months before we even start talking about marriage.

Remember how I said there was a guy I was convinced I was going to marry? We dated for two months, and had only physically seen each other TWICE, before we started talking about marriage. And we met two months before we officially started dating. I know. I was an idiot when I was younger. Anyway. Now that I have gone through that, I know that four months is NOT enough time to be willing to commit your life to someone. At least, not to me. Others feel differently. And that's okay.

Anyway. Three months of friendship, six months of dating, and then at least three months in terms of engagement. That right there is a year. And Nancy said I'll be engaged or married in a year. So remember when I said I have six months to meet my future husband? WRONG. I need to meet him yesterday. Assuming I actually wanted to be married in a year. Which I don't.

When Nancy said I would either be engaged or married in a year, I told her it wasn't happening. Mainly because besides the guy on his mission (who probably has no idea that I feel this way about him...because I certainly haven't told him), I really do know for a fact that I haven't met my husband. But now that I've remembered the "plan" I have for myself, it really isn't going to happen in a year.

And lets not forget that I may or may not serve a mission.

But the point of this post wasn't to prove Nancy wrong.

I'm not even sure what the main point of this post was.

But it was fun to write about this. Even if I will for sure get some form of an unwelcome comment.

Have a great Wednesday!