Being twenty five and being single

On being just a few days away from turning twenty five, I decided to take a look at my life - where I was, where I wanted to be and where I actually am. After studying all the details of my life, I realized that I’m more or less content with everything in it except for one, and that is being single.
Honestly, its pathetic being twenty five and being single. Its that age where all your friends are busy with their work and are either married or are definitely seeing someone. Whatever spare time they have, they prefer spending it with their significant other. So, that leaves you with weekends on which you have nothing to do and no one to hang out with. In my case, I actually prefer to work on weekends than sit at home and sulk about not having anything to do on a weekend.
Even when I meet my friends, most of their conversation revolves around their boyfriend/ husband, the last date they went out on, the last time they made out and how awesome it was, the last time they fought and patched up, the simply awesome thing their boyfriend did on their anniversary, etc., etc. And during night overs there is definitely a good night call or sms from them. And what do I have to talk about – my work, my big fight with my mom and my work and my big fight with my mom. So, in their case, its always a “we” and in my case its always a “me”.
In the locals, I find almost all the girls, hooked to their mobiles, talking almost all the time, to their boy friends. Now, I don’t want that for me, but I definitely don’t mind one call a day, just for a few minutes and talk the sweet nothings. I’m sure if I lock my phone in a cupboard for a month, I’ll only find missed calls from two persons at the end of the month, one would be my mother and other, the Vodafone guys reminding me to pay my bill.
So, it’s a little sad. Actually, pretty sad.
It’s not like I have never been asked out. I have been. Just like others do. But the kind of guys who asked me out were not really what you can call of great quality. Actually, all the great guys are either younger to you or are taken. Look at the world around. Every time you see an amazing guy, right next to him you find an even more amazing chick. It’s a law. I wonder why no one ever discovered it or wrote anything about it. Also, when I was twenty, all the twenty year old guys looked shit. And now, just see the twenty year olds, most of them are so smart and look so good. Hmmmmm.... guess that’s what you call life.
So, all I can do right now is attend a lot of weddings, because people are getting married left, right and centre, accompany my friends to buy gifts for their boy friends, listen to my friends, fight with my mom, work and wait. I don’t have much of a choice you see.