Being single for most of my 20's gave me some great opportunities. I saw lots of the world, got wasted and ate pizza a lot, and it was tons of fun. Now I'm 29 and living with a girl for the first time. We both were chronically single and not really looking, but ended up getting along really well and seeing where things went. I tried actively looking for a while because I was scared of dying alone, it sucked, and I decided I was much happier on my own than forcing it.
I will say, those who found the right one young and already have kids, your late 40's and early 50's will be a lot more fun than mine. You'll get more years alive with your kids than I can hope for. Also, having your own place for almost a decade and then trying to cohabitate with a girl suddenly... wow... I didn't realize how crotchety and particular I'd gotten about my living space. I used to be the typical pig bachelor that slowly turned into a neat freak, and letting the messes go, and putting up with her shoving all her crap into my house was a test. That gets better as you figure each other out though.
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