I'm not getting married!

I’m not getting married, just getting old.

(Want to say that I don’t begrudge the folks who are getting married. Hats off - I hope to be like you some day!)

I’m not getting married, I have no SO, I’m not pregnant, I’ve never been to Disneyland, and I had nothing to do with the BP oil spill, and I’m subletting a cat for the summer. Do I get a prize? :slight_smile:

No, no. That’s not right. You send non-presents to the non-invitees.

I do have cute pet pics, but the cute one is the gecko and I have no furry rugrats. I have a turtle, too, but I don’t think he is very cute.

I would like to get married- I admire the idea of it. But then there’s that whole catch-22 about there being another person around me 24/7. Damn!

I’m not getting married.

I’m not going through a divorce.

I’m not having problems with dating.

I’m not getting married either - I did that 10 years ago and figure that doing it now would just make my spouse mad. Kids are definitely not happening.

meh. I’ve lived with my gf for a few years now. We have friends that we socialize with as a couple, and some that we see separately. We have activities that we do together, and sometimes I just take a kayak and disappear for a day or two.

Is this a “reading for comprehension” test? I can do this, I can do this!!

No one’s with you.

Not getting married, no babies, no pets (scaled, furred, feathered or nude).
No divorce, no SO, no job troubles, no dating troubles.

Wow, am I boring.

I’m always up for wallowing in aloneness.

But are you moving or buying a new house, or have you recently found your brother-in-law’s diary in your spouse’s underwear drawer?

Nope. Bought my condo 6 years ago & have no plans on going anywhere.
I have no spouse, so they have no underwear drawer.
I don’t even have any recent “idiot driver” stories.

Maybe I need to get out more…

Wow, you really *are *boring…
so am I. I like it like that.

Well after this morning I have to congratulate you on your wise choice. I was chasing my 4-year-old this morning with a box on my head, saying “I am a robot going to catch you”, and he decided to defend himself. I never knew he could punch so hard, and he is just at the correct height to aim his fist right where it would do the most damage. My wife was rolling on the floor laughing while I was doubled up in pain.

Sometimes I regret the single days.

The latest squeeze decided to disappear on me two weeks ago, and I haven’t been further from marriage for quite a while.

Three of my best friends are moving or have moved from the city.

My lodger has moved out.

Now it’s just me and my cat.

I am wallowing a little bit.

Yep, wallowing. Been doing it so long, I’m almost good at it.

At least you have your own cat! I had to rent one!

(I’m looking after it for the summer…)

The only drama in my life is my ongoing lack of career, and my husband’s salary is still paying the bills.

I’m not getting married, either. Or having babies. And our cats are old and boring. There’s one just over there, doing her excellent impression of a fuzzy lump on the couch.

I’m not getting married, and neither is my wife.

You should post pics as proof.