Is that time already?

I seem to have reached an age and it's a shocking age, one I didn't see coming .The age at which all your peers start to get married .This feels an affront to me, how can I possibly have married friends? and not the types who marry impossibly young ( and divorce it too ) no, married at the national average age married .Been together 6 years already married .Always thought they'd get married one day ,married .Expect it suddenly is one day . It's crept up on me out of nowhere it seems .While I was busy partying and "messing around'' with inappropriate men ,who think a phone number exchange is a commitment too far ,they were all busy setting up the foundation for the rest of there lives .The absolute liberty.

 Barely a week seems to pass with out notice of another impending wedding or engagement notification ,hen party photos infiltrate my Facebook news feed daily .I don't even have a "steady" ( Four seasons of mad men in 10 days ,I am also bringing back the use of the word "swell" ) .It's 2012 you say ,why should I be worried because it's just the same as the 60s .I still want to feel normal ,to ''grow up" ,get married and have babies Sorry if this crushes a century of women's liberation .Expect I had my blinkers on and didn't quite realize it was that time already ,can't we carry on having fun for just a few more years? Is it that time already? 

I don't want to be saddled with the old maid label just yet ,despite being made to feel like I drag cobwebs by my own mother .I feel like I've forgotten to do something ,got an education ? Check? Made the most of my youth? Check? Someone how picked up appropriate husband material along the way? Dam I seem to have left him behind somewhere. 

"Mirror Mirror on the wall  ...who was it?”

Among my quarter life crisis's is the idea that perhaps I did meet him along the way .One of the inappropriate or the seemingly unobtainable ones .If I were a character in a chick lit novel ,I'd be tracking the culprits down just to check .Obviously resulting in a wedding to the best looking ,least likely candidate .

''No love, to be honest I'm not sure I even remember you? Are you sure we've even meet?''

Now it feels like I'm playing a game of catch up, so that I can join the ranks of the proper grown ups .In till then I will always be the youngest, where biologically or not .In till I start spending my weekends going to homebase and visiting in laws (This is what married people do no?), I might as well be a child.