So why the hell am I complaining?
I’m thirty-five, and while things on the business front of my life have been going swell, my love life is another story. A story that should be filed deep in the horror section of your local bookshop, if you ask my opinion on the matter. All of my friends are running off and getting married, having kids… and I’m still sitting here, alone, wandering where the hell it all went wrong.
I’ve always been a bit of a perfectionist… and I’m starting to think that this has spilled over into my love life. I’ve been searching for the perfect guy, the perfect relationship. The truth of the matter is that it doesn’t exist. Everyone has flaws, every relationship has speed bumps. But I’ve never been able to tolerate that. If something grew stale, I moved on. I put my career, my friends, and myself above finding my other half – and an empty left-side of the bed is all I have to show for it now.
Before all the feminists start screaming at me, I understand that having a man in your life doesn’t define who you are. I’m very happy with who I am. I’m the youngest senior editor at my publishing company and I’ve managed to maintain my primary school friendships well into my thirties. I have a killer sense of style and quite the little nest egg. I also have my own novel in the works – which my boss has given the green light to, as long as I don’t get behind on my other projects in the process. But, I can’t help but wonder if I let my ‘one’ slip through my fingers because I was too busy living my life for me.
I guess I should introduce myself before I get into the list of the potential candidates that got away. My name is Piper Mallory. As I said, I’m thirty-five, although I won’t admit to being over thirty-one if you ask me in public. I work at Klinchen and Marks, one of the hottest publishing companies on the east coast. I’ve worked here since before I graduated from college, as a temp, but managed to impress enough people to get a full-time offer after graduation. I’ve worked up from secretary, to assistant, to junior editor, and just last year I was promoted to senior editor – making me the youngest to accomplish that since the company opened in 1987.
I have a tight-knit group of friends. There’s five of us altogether – Myself, Britani, Jennifer, Amanda, and Ajay. Britani is recently married, which will come into play later in the story. Jennifer has been married for some time and has a two year old little boy – although she manages to keep up an active social life due to the fact that her husband is a hermit who prefers to babysit than socialize. Amanda is … well, Amanda. Slightly younger, she has an on-again-off-again relationship with this photographer she met through one of our author events. She’s a junior editor and we have neighboring offices at K+M, so I get to hear about her daily run-down of why Jarrod is such a douche. And of course, what group wouldn’t be complete without their friendly gay? Ajay is a doll. Fashion-centric and obsessed with Audrey Hepburn, he is the store manager of the Prada downtown – and my lifeline; the only thing that keeps me sane these days.
Now, let’s move on, shall we?