I’ve been pondering the plight of the 40+ single, never married, no children woman. And I emphasize, “never married.” The way I see it is, even if you’re single by way of a divorce, you’ve been to the rodeo. I’m interested in the ladies who are standing outside without a ticket, anxiously waiting for more seats to open up before the show’s over.
Why my fascination with this subset of women? Because I find that despite relatively attractive looks, a worthy personality and a desire to be in a relationship, to be married, heck, to be desired, these women remain alone, baffled at how they ended up here–on the precipice of irrelevancy as the pool gets smaller and the competition grows.
It’s a mystery as big as how Jesus fed 5,000 people with five loaves of bread and two fishes. It’s so big, I can’t comprehend, yet I desperately want to understand.
I want to understand how these women made it to this point. Who are they? What do they look like? Where do they live? What jobs do they hold? Is there a common bond that ties them all together?
If I can find these women, collect their stories, maybe, maybe, I can understand. Or at the very least, publish a best-selling mystery.