Teacup.

I work at this little Chinese restaurant. It’s not one of those crude Chinese restaurants where they yell across the room for something. It’s a wine-and-dine sort of place, small. It’s really cozy. For me, it’s a really great place to work. I’ve been working there for nearly two months now and you start to get a feel of the clientele. And it worries me.

Out of ten tables, only three or four tables will be for a couple. The rest are single women, dining together. I know, I know. Maybe it’s their girls night out. But these are middle-age women, with no ring on! And I’m thinking, oh shit. Maybe those rumors that this city, or maybe just the whole freaking country of New Zealand is having a man-drought. I’ll be honest, I am shit scared of hitting 30 and not at least be engaged. Hopefully, married.

I’m not asking for the happy family with the white picket fence. I don’t mind not having the white picket fence. I don’t mind having just one child, [though research has found that having siblings is much better]. It’s just sometimes, life is just that much more…’colorful’ with that special someone.

Then again, I’m only 19 [for a few more months]. I’ve got another ten years to try and get a man, for lack of a better wording. Or maybe I’m over analyzing with bias data.