I’ve come to realize that, unknown to me, I’ve been running a marathon race. The weird thing is that it’s not your usual kinda race. You see, in a conventional race you participate because you want to win it; but not this race I’m running. I call it the Single4Life race. It’s quite simple really – you start the race with a bunch of your unmarried friends and you can run this race for years. Along each lap you find that participants start to pull out; not because they’re exhausted but because they suddenly have partners they’re engaged to. This leaves the remaining bitter unmarried participants to continue the race.

The race doesn’t have a particular number of laps. You could keep running this race until you’re the last single person – that would technically make you the winner. Though I can’t say if the grand prize would be all that rewarding; 3rd place gets a one year access to a premium dating club, 2nd place gets a full directory of beautiful partners who want no commitment, 1st place gets…(wouldn’t you like to know, lol).

This brings me to…well…me! Like I said earlier, I’ve been running this race for quite a while now and even just a few weeks ago another good friend chickened pulled out and got himself married. It’s a new year and somehow I feel I’m in my final lap. I can’t wait to pull out…because this sure is one race I do not want to win. I’ve already started to slow down, the blisters on my feet are pulsating, and I’m sweating like a CEO of a loss-making company right before an ad-hoc board meeting. It’s high time I start running a new race…and that’s the one to the altar. Wish me luck 😉