While my thoughts on singleness arise from many sources, one of them is SATC. I've only enjoyed it since reruns began, never really having had watched while it was on the first time around. Actually, I think what really and truly hooked me was this paper by Sally's friend Tonya. (For her PhD, she is studying those larger than life sculptures you catch a glimpse of while driving across Canada.)
Enough of the introduction. In SATC episode 19, "The Chicken Dance", Miranda comments "Everyone says that as soon as you get a place of your own, someone will propose, I thought it would be to me." A number of aunts, likely well intentioned, informed me at the last family Christmas gathering: Oh, so you own your own place now. You know, owning your own place is a sure way to find yourself a man. Normally, you could be engaged within the year.
It's nearing a year and one month. So much for that urban myth.
Which got me thinking; is it even an urban myth? Normally, my internet sleuthing skills are much more fruitful. What did I find? Well this at boundless, this at the NY Times, this self-applied experience thanks to a self-help book, this bizarre entry at Wikipedia ... and no mention by Jan of the prerequisite home but she did offer this.
So I guess that's about it. Owning real estate does not give way to real diamonds in a mere twelve months after all. The urban myth of SATC and frustratingly intrusive aunts is just that: a myth.
Still, seeing as I never really did have a house warming, you realize you're going to have to all come over now --- right?