"Someday, Chica, you're going to be 52 and single...," said Jewish American Salsera to me last night. She's been regaling me for the last few years for not trying harder to find a husband. Actually, come to think of it, I don't try at all.

"I wasted my thirties on guys like X Salsero...and look where it got me. You get de-sensitized and then you don't know how to find a real man."

I've also got Grandpa Salsero on my case. Every time he runs into me he gives me a lecture on finding a man "who has love."

I appreciate the concern. But, am I reaching some threshold point of no return? Is it now or never? I don't really see how 37 is easier than the fifties. At least in their fifties, there are more divorced people walking around.

Just for today, I can heed warnings from Middle Aged Singles.