25? Why are you not married?

Yes, I did get asked that today. Again. For the 2nd time this week.

So why are people asking me this?

Good question.
For those of you who don't live in Utah, that may have stumbled upon my blog, being female, not a return missionary, and single at the age of 25 in Utah means there is something wrong with you.

What is wrong with me?

I am a radical. An extremist. A hippie. A brazen woman.

Really?

No.

I am none of these things.

I'm not marries because I haven't met the right person.

This could be due to the fact that I call a spade a spade, I speak out at inopportune times, I don't trust easily, I have opinions I share often and don't change easily. I some times go a month without shaving my legs (but I cover them up so you can't tell). I swear....like a sailor. I lived an equal amount of months outside as I did in a house last year. I wear Carhartts. I drive a Subaru with stickers on the trunk window that read "Quit eating babies America! Eat more poetry" and "Protect Wild Utah" and "No Farms. No Food". I shop organic. I can repack the baring in a bike wheel, overhaul a drive train, adjust the breaks and fit someone to a bike better than most guys.

I am not married not because I compost, vote, quilt, cook dinner for three people nearly every night of the week, have a BS in journalism, garden, ride a bike, make bread weekly, ski, play violin, minored in music, collect vinyl records, scrap book, crochet, start my garden from seed, love making people smile, give willingly, wear high heals, love unconditionally. Because I'm 32 flavors and then some.

I'm not married because it hasn't happened yet.

Plain and simple.