I stared at date that was circled on the calendar that hung on my fridge. Three weeks.
I had three weeks before I had to be back home for my parent's twenty fifth wedding anniversary.
It was going to be one of those three day celebrations. They were remarrying and it was going to be a big event.
I was not looking forward to going at all.
I groaned internally as I thought of all of the relatives I would have to endure. The endless questions were going to drive me mental.
"How is your career?"
"How is your social life?"
"Why haven't you met the one yet?"
My twin brothers, Mark and Easton, were both already married and had kids of their own. I was sick of hearing when was I going to settle down like my brothers.
I wished that I could just make up an excuse to not go, but I knew that my parents wouldn't forgive me if I didn't show up.
I looked at the clock on my wall. I had an hour before I had to get to work.
I went to my bedroom and changed. I work as an teacher at a local middle school. It wasn't exactly what I thought that I wanted to do, but it paid the bills.
My job was only twenty minutes away from my flat here in Paris. I lived in one of the most beautiful places in the world and I couldn't be happier.
It was the city of love and I was single. It sucked.
The streets were filled with either tourist or people ready to start their day. It was easy to spot the tourists. People wearing fanny packs and had a maps practically glued to their hands were give aways.
I was offen stopped by some of them and asked for directions. It didn't bother me. If I was in a foreign country, I would want someone to help me too.
When I arrived at work, my closest friend Camille was sitting at my desk. She often did that as she waited for me to come in for the day. I still have twenty minutes until my students would show up.
"Good morning." She smiled at me cheerfully.
"Morning." I mumbled.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" She joked as she got out of my seat and leaned against the edge of my desk. I sat down and put my stuff away.
"I have three weeks until I have to go home and face my parents. They are getting remarried and I really don't want to go." I explained to her.
"Why not?"
"Because, they will pester me every second of the three days that I will be there. They will want to know why haven't I found a husband yet."
"Well why haven't you?" She questioned.
I looked down at my hands, "I just haven't found the one yet."
"Your standards are so high that it is impossible for you to find someone." Camille told me.
I held my hands up, "Okay! I think it's way too early in the morning to talk about my terrible love life."
She laughed as she stood up and started to leave my office, "I'll see you at lunch."
I was dreading lunch. I knew that Camille's questions would just multiply.
My biggest fear in life was that I am going to end up alone.
Here I am. Twenty four years old and single. My longest relationship was two years and after that it's been flings.
I always thought that I would've been married by now. Or at least engaged.
