Where’s My Mark Darcy?
By Charlotte Waugh
LIFESTYLEHOME
2/14/20252 min read
Two weeks and five days ago, my boyfriend broke up with me. How am I feeling? Great question. I feel like I've wasted the last two years of my life, my prime years. The last time I was single, I was eighteen and reckless. Now, I'm twenty, single, and have absolutely no idea what to do with my life.
Scrolling through Hinge, I haven't found a single decent contender - not that I'm looking for someone, I just want to see what the city has to offer, what I've missed out on in the past two years. I matched with this guy - we'll call him Edward. Six foot, a pilot, lives in the richest part of the city. Doesn't he sound perfect? Exactly, he does. But he's boyfriend material, the kind of man I'd want to end up with - 100% not what I need two weeks post-breakup. He's the kind of man you'd find in a rom-com, the one who gives you hope that smart, romantic, hot men still exist.
Speaking of rom-coms, I saw the trailer for the new Bridget Jones film today, and I couldn't help but wonder - is this what she went through twenty years ago? Alone in her flat, smoking a cigarette, belting out sad songs, and drinking wine straight from the bottle. Was she as lost and confused about love as we are?
Bridget is just so relatable. The older I get, the more I see myself in her. The only difference? She has her very own Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver, while I have... no one. Maybe my Mark Darcy is out there somewhere, waiting to sweep me off my feet. Maybe he's Edward, a perfectly handsome Hinge profile. But maybe he's not out there - at least not yet.
Maybe this is my time to be single. And if Bridget taught us anything, it's that being single is just the beginning of the story. So yes, I'l pour myself another glass (or bottle) of cheap wine and party my heart out with my friends. Because why not? I'm still in my prime years - I might as well make the most of them.