I think some people are taking crazy pills

I seem to be entering a phase of my life where I am becoming increasingly cynical about relationships, marriage, and men in general. Men after they are engaged or, better yet, married are fine and even enjoyable people to be friends with occasionally. However, single men are a scary prospect, to say the very least. Older single men are pathetic and desperate, younger ones are immature and those my own age are both.

All of this does not bode well for the continuation of the M** - Moore DNA, seeing as my sister is unsure of whether or not she wants to forward her own genetic lineage. Although this may be something that gives many a reason to heave a collective sigh of relief, I find myself a little saddened at the thought. After all, child-bearing hips and long eyelashes combined with a keen intellect and good sense of humor seems to be something we M** - Moores are inclined towards. Of course, this could be pretty devastating to a child of the male persuasion, but at least he’d have the humor to laugh at it.

Not that I don't know any cool and/or decent single guys. I do. They just all tend to reside in the pages of Jane Austen books.

I guess my parents' experiment has succeeded:

Me: I am just so independent - I rather doubt I'm getting married

Father: Good, our experiment succeeded. We tried with your older sister, but now she's getting married - so we failed. With you, we have successfully trained you to be you so independent that no man will ever want to marry you, so you can take care of us in our old age.

Me: Uh...Thanks Dad

I really will endeavor to snap out of this cynicism. Then I can get back to scaring and intimidating men again.