Until Tudor came along (I was 33 at the time, he was 41) I never really had a mindset of "I want to get married." Just never did. Oh, a couple of long term relationships, one of which was fairy tale romantic, one which was just really pleasant and satisfying, and each just faded out in a natural, non-traumatic way.
Having been the fifth of seven children in a very crowded and cross Catholic household, all I ever wanted in life was my own home, my own pets, my own good job to support myself, and to be able to live a quiet life however I saw fit. I had a lot of those single years, and, for the most part, I really enjoyed them. I "did" them well. Now that I've been "single" again for nearly a year I have discovered how well suited I am to this life (style?) and I haven't lost my taste or touch for it. I'm a pretty solitary girl, always have been, amuse myself easily, enjoy the mundacity of daily life, and most importantly, I know when to seek out companionship, male or female, when I feel the need or desire.