Unfortunately I've been thinking about this lately, as it seems to be the way my life is playing out. I feel like my chances have been spent with guys and I'm now destined for blue hair and a cat (despite the fact that blue really isn't my colour and I'm allergic to cats
). Granted, I wouldn't say no if an opportunity came my way and I was happy with him, but I'm not banking on it. I'll have my PhD (going that route seriously limits the dating pool) by 2008 at the latest and who knows where life will take me then.
In my view of life, the world and everything, I recognise that I had chances to love people, and I did, and it was good. But some people never get that chance, and so I should be grateful even if it's not the ending I wanted.
I am resigned to the fact that a cottage by the sea, an orange, hypoallergenic cat and crazy hair (along with a dream job at the British Museum) is my fate.