The only 'gay' in the village?

Sometimes I feel like I am truly the last single girl standing, like the only "gay" in the village-metaphorically speaking of cause - to hijack little Britain's phrase, among the many London couples.

With the majority of my female friends partnered up to men they adore, I feel rather alien being 'the single one' among a sea of smiley couples.

I have to confess that I have been waiting for the perfect man since I discovered boys at around 15. Now 15 years later, I am 30 and I feel that my need for mister right has reached its peak. I now have the urge to marry, settle down and make beautiful babies with my beautiful husband.

I no longer feel the need to prance around fashion parties in my ridiculously high Choo's, sipping champagne and nibbling on canapés whilst worrying about remaining thin and fabulous. I want, actually allow me to re-phrase; I need to find "the one". Where the hell is he?

I know no one can answer that question but I know that if mister right doesn’t shows up soon, the anxious looks from my parents will never stop. I fear that they will always give me pitying looks that say loud and clear " we worry that you will always be on the shelf and will therefore never find and marry a suitable young man from a respectable family".

It does not help that my fears are strengthened every week when my father calls me to question whether "there is a nice young man on the horizon?", and every week my answer does not change- "no dad, not today".

So what’s a girl to do? One friend suggested that I should burn all my chick flick DVDs. She reasoned that I should not learn my lessons on love from such movies, because such love only exists in Hollywood films, but I cannot bring myself to get rid of my beloved dvds. They are my life line; I mean how I would go on if I cannot watch Sense and Sensibility whilst sobbing over love and eating copious amounts of Ben Jerry's Chunky Monkey.

Lastly, "one day my prince will come" and he better be worth the wait, because I know that I did not wait this long for a frog to turn up, because Lord knows I could have had one of those a long time ago.

LSGS