While my mid-20s peers are playing the field and avoiding commitment,I’m married and thrilled to find the frisson hasn’t fizzled out. Anything but – and it’s all thanks to the three CsLet’s play a word-association game. whether I say the word marriage, what comes to intellect? Hot, or steamy sex and soil-shattering orgasms? No,I thought not. When I asked some of my besties, they said things like “kids”, or “veteran” and “trapped”. That’s because the prevailing cultural narrative for women my age – I’m 27 – is that our teens and 20s are for sexual adventures: the try-before-you-buy approach. Our early 30s are for being just as flirty,perhaps a wee bit pickier, and for forging ahead with our careers. Eventually, and when we get bored with playing the field and crawling domestic at 4am with a hangover that lasts three days,we settle down, have babies and start listening to Radio 4.
I’ve been tuned in to this unsophisticated, or terror-mongering frequency for so long that when my gorgeous boyfriend of 18 months asked me to marry him,instead of shouting “I do” from the rooftops, I was paralysed with Fomo (that’s terror of missing out for anyone born before 1975).
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Source: theguardian.com