The End

After a decade of sniping, snogging and singlehood, it's all come to a close. Like a plane descending on the tarmac, everyone emits a sigh of decided relief, collects their luggage, and complain that in the end, it was all a big hoo ha for nothing.

Standing in this threshold, looking backward and forward all at the same time, is a fairly surreal yet serene experience. The slow and winding end of singlehood is generous to allow time for thinking, meaning and reflecting. I wonder what we will be like once we are all paired off, each bonded to the other legally, ceremonially. I wish that deep down inside, there will be a part of each of us that remembers the yesterdays, just in case they come in handy one day. Growing old is not palatable but is the bitter medicine better accepted that tolerated. And perhaps some of us will achieve the elusive "gracefulness" with which the deed should be done.

Here's to growing old, and to more sex than less in the next 20 years.