Extremely plain & extra ordinary. I’m the last of my friends to be married. My BFF told me she got engaged today, which makes me the last. No pressure. But I suddenly feel like an old maid. I’m happy for her though, she deserves to be happy and this guy is french. He proposed in Paris! Lucky girl that one. I’m not ready for marriage. I’m too confused. I love quickly and forget slowly. I have a career worthy of pursuit. I want to marry for love and lust and passion and trust and confidence.