Last of the Brohicans
When I was a kid, I thought 30 year olds were really old. As I sit here at 32 years young, I don't feel very adultish (yes, I know that is not a word but it should be). I have a steady job that I love. That's really the only "adult" thing about me. I'm still a bachelor. I live in a "bachelor pad". I have two roommates. For people that don't live in New York or San Francisco, having roommates in your 30's may seem odd. Here it's the norm if you're not in a serious relationship. Or if you're not a super baller that can afford a $3,500 rent for a 500 square foot studio. I don't have a craving for children at the moment and I go back and forth on whether or not I'm even looking for love. Although men don't really have a biological clock, I do feel most men get a little bit of a nesting urge to settle down and start a family. I am completely lacking that urge at the moment but I seem to be one of the few. Quite lit