From the pages of Princess ¥ Number 4, June 1998 (280 Park Avenue South, 2G, New York, NY 10010; $4)
I went to college to get an education, not find a husband, and I moved to New York to start a career, not a family. So would someone please tell me why it is that whenever I start to date a guy, I immediately imagine being married to him?
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Now, I agree that picturing married life with a guy you’re going out with is a perfectly natural phenomenon. But all too easily I see myself shopping for placemats at Pottery Barn and contemplating the color of our all-terrain family vehicle during the first hour of a date–and that’s with a guy I don’t even really like, let alone really know. How disgustingly anti-girl power is that? I need help. Or a ring. Or both.
Potential problems: I would die of boredom.
